In the middle of the night, the moon is in the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The land of Shenzhou has long been lit up by thousands of lights, and the more the night burns, if it weren't for this round of bright moon, where would the town that has been plagued by light pollution see the night sky.

Longquan Sword Village, which is located in the bamboo forest, is an exception.

Longquan Sword Village is not clearly involved with the world, but the disciples in the village can still abide by the rules of the village, and they will rest when the time comes. So at this time, there is a green bamboo garden, and the misty warbler cries up.

Outside the window, the bamboo leaves rustled by the wind, and the disciples on duty at night walked by in pairs with lanterns. The moon leaped over the windowsill and reflected the floor of the room in silver. The floor was like a mirror, gilded with silver light for Xuan Ming, who was pranayama on the bed.

The wind is still blowing, the leaves are still rattling, and the nightingale's song has broken at some point.

The moon is bright and the wind is high, this is not a good murderous night, but it is also a night that is destined to be unpeaceful.

Or looking for Cambridge, or the boundary of Longquan Sword Village. At this time, there was no one on duty in Longquan Xuncambridge, and there were only a few black-clothed and masked uninvited guests standing.

"Young master, do we really want to go in?"

"This provocation is chaotic, and the plan to take corn from the fire has failed in vain, how can I be willing!"

"Whether I, Yunliu, can dominate Dongying with forging skills and march into the Central Plains, it's up to you. ”

"Yes. ”

Yan Shan put the sheath on his legs, but the breath of Xuanming, who was meditating and pranayama, became weaker and weaker, until it was empty.

At this time, his consciousness was asleep, and he only remembered that as soon as he was settled, a dazzling black light crossed in front of his eyes, bringing him in.

After a long silence, a sword sound of "Qiang" suddenly sounded in my mind, like a hollow valley, mourning for a long time, with unwillingness and resentment.

Xuan Ming was stunned by the sound of the sword, and an unprecedented sense of sadness hit his heart, just like the boat passed through Padang that day, and before he reached the halfway, he had already screamed three times, and his tears were stained.

Thousands of years of time turned into a tear at this moment, seeping out of his closed eyes and dripping onto his sword.

He seemed to see something, and he seemed to see nothing. Past life and present life, which is true and which is false?

The sword roared before it stopped, and suddenly the black light on the sword body made a big effort, and a blood-red sword qi flew from mid-air, and with the black light, eight big characters were engraved in Xuan Ming's mind!

"Shenzhou Han Soul, how can it be said that there is no clothes!"

In an instant, Xuan Ming's eyes suddenly opened, but a sword technique suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Jin Ge Iron Horse is full of Shanshan, the rotation of dynasties, and the rejuvenation of China with his son. ”

"The emperor hangs his clothes, and the world is governed. Since ancient times, China has been a well-dressed country and a country of etiquette. Shenzhou has long listed 'cloth and silk' as the foundation of the people, and "White Tiger Clothes" cloud: "The saint makes clothes? The first thing the emperors of the past dynasties did after they won the world was to 'correct Shuo and change the color'. ”

"Dressing up in China has never been a trivial matter. ”

"Some people want to cut off our clothes and crown so as to disintegrate the Han people who can't be cut by the butcher's knife, the road to struggle is long, and the road to revival is long. ”

"If you are destined to inherit my mantle, you need to take the revival of China as your own responsibility, and encourage it for the rest of your life. ”

The old man's voice grew smaller and smaller, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth with the sound of the sword.

"Yan Shan Sword Technique!"

A black light flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, and he began to read this sword technique word by word. A moment later, a strange feeling lingered in his mind. This is a kind of martial arts route that is completely different from what his master has passed on.

According to the teacher, internal strength is internal strength, and sword moves are sword moves, although the two can be confused, they are always two different things. And this sword technique is different, including swordsmanship and internal strength, the two cooperate with each other, and they are one, but they are much more systematic than what he has learned, not to mention the superficial way of using tiger skills to cooperate with the judge's penmanship on the rivers and lakes.

In fact, he only thinks this now because of his lack of experience, and he doesn't know that his own teacher is also the same. A thousand years ago, before a disciple like him did not practice to achieve a general decision, he must not mix the two sets of internal swordsmanship and use them. As for whether it is lost now, or whether his master Chi Qi did not teach him, no one knows.

Xuan Ming jumped off the wooden bed, walked into the courtyard with the sword in his hand, and recited the sword technique silently with full attention on tonight's Haoyue. At the beginning of the sword technique, it recorded the method of re-cultivation of scattered skills.

The secret of the clear void passed down by the master is the most peaceful and non-subordinate internal strength method in the rivers and lakes that he knows today. He only needs to mobilize the internal force and follow the new exercise line of the Yan Shan Sword Technique, and after a week, the internal force conversion will be completed naturally.

Xiao Yun raised his breath and jumped, Xuan Ming sat cross-legged on the stone table in the courtyard, only to feel that the Yan Shan Sword happily shook slightly on his knees, and from the sword oozed out a sword qi that was both good and evil, neither black nor red, along his arm, into his body.

"Strange. ”

Xuan Ming's brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that his body seemed to form two Zhou Tian, one positive and one negative. One is the secret of the Shan Shan that he has just transformed, only in his body. The second was the sword qi that was neither black nor red, flowing through his body from the hilt of the sword and returning to the body of the sword. The two formed a black and red Taiji diagram at his dantian, which turned rapidly.

Over and over again, Xuan Ming went from being strange at the beginning to gradually forgetting himself, only caring about continuing to run the exercises. Drops of slime seeped out of his sword-wielding hands, dripping along the tip of the sword to the ground.

Xuan Ming still didn't move, as if he didn't feel any changes in the outside world, he only knew that the Taiji diagram in the dantian seemed to be fast and slow, and every time he ran for a week, his body seemed to be a little lighter.

After a long time, it was not until the internal force of the heart became neither black nor red that the Taiji diagram really slowed down.

After collecting the work and pranayama, Xuan Mingxing's eyes opened slightly, and two sword lights that seemed to be demonic but were actually righteous suddenly shot out, reaching the sky. He felt that his body had merged with the sword, and he held the hilt of the sword, without half of the obscurity of when he first acquired the sword.

"The road to China's rejuvenation is long, and some of our predecessors still uphold their beliefs and are down-to-earth, while others have fallen into the devil's path and will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. Therefore, there is both good and evil in this sword qi. ”

"It seems that I have waited for a lifetime, after all, I can't get rid of the flowing water of the long river of fate, and the sudden attention of the former master to Hanfu may be the harbinger of what I am experiencing now. ”

His mind turned, and he immediately felt a foul smell under the table, and Xuan Ming hurriedly jumped a few times and jumped on the roof.

In this leap, a feeling of being like a swallow's light body came to mind, and unconsciously, Xiao Yunzong, who was taught by the teacher, was stepped on by him with a different temperament.

"I don't have a place to sleep tonight, so I have to wait for Uncle Ye's people to clean it tomorrow. What kind of reason should I make up, the immortals came down to help me wash my tendons and cut the marrow? I ate the Pure Yang Pill I got not long ago? I was taught the Tiangang Three-Plate Axe of Cheng Biting Jin in my dream?"

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