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After the night, the car has stopped at Huijikucang, and the next step is the journey. Xuan Ming stood on the platform and stretched, turned his head to Xuntian and said, "Brother Xuntian, are you really idle enough to go with me?"

"Wherever you go, I'll go with you to visit the world-famous Longquan Sword Village. Those of us who are on temporary duty in the Wuhou Mansion are all idlers who run around the rivers and lakes, so don't be surprised. ”

"Then let's go, if you are fast, you can also hand over a morning post. ”

Kunwu Iron Smelt flew into flames, and the red light and purple gas were impressive.

Longquan Sword Village, located at the foot of Longquan Mountain in the suburbs of Kuocang City, can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and is famous for the art of sword casting. The young man who walks the rivers and lakes is proud of having a Longquan sword.

There is a sword mound in Shenzhou, and the sword mound is in Longquan. Legend has it that Ou Yezi, the patriarch of Longquan, once left an ancestral teaching, after each change of dynasty, Longquan disciples need to put the famous sword cast by the previous dynasty in the sword mound, in order to town the luck of Shenzhou, and bless the people of the world. As for how the king of a hundred soldiers suppressed the national fortune and blessed the people, it is not something that Xuan Ming, a small shrimp in the rivers and lakes, can understand.

After walking six or seven miles, I saw a large bamboo forest in the distance, there was a stream in the forest, and I stepped on the stream to find the Cambridge, and then entered the boundary of Longquan Sword Village. At this time, seeing that there were quite a lot of frightened birds flying in the sky above the bamboo forest, Xuan Ming and the others were puzzled, and they couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Before entering the forest, there were bursts of shouting and scolding in the forest, sometimes mixed with the sound of the collision of blades. Understand, but not in a hurry, Xuan Ming slowed down and quipped: "It just happened that someone came to Longquan Sword Village to make trouble." Brother Xuntian, this matter should be under the management of Wuhou Mansion, you, an idler from Wuhou Mansion, are so idle that you can run into cases casually, and you are really idle. "I don't want him not to feel strange, because the Longquan sword is only cast in Longquan, and people in the rivers and lakes generally sell a few thin noodles when they see Longquan disciples and make a good fate. Not to mention the evil.

Xun Tian didn't say anything to his own coincidence, but instead lifted his breath and stepped into the battle group in a few steps. A pair of Arhat arms advanced and retreated, although they were bare-handed, they also attacked the two of them.

Approaching, the figures of the two groups of people became clearer and clearer, one group was dressed in yellow and white windbreakers, thinking that they were Longquan disciples, and the other group of people in messy clothes were here to make trouble.

Seeing that the two sides were worthy of the enemy, and there were no casualties for the time being, Xuan Ming had no sword in his hand, and he didn't bother to carry forward the righteousness of the rivers and lakes that were uneven, and just swept the battle beside him.

"Left first, third, right. ”

Gu Liben is an orphan in Kuocang City, and with his imaginative dagger skills, he is also quite famous in the small rivers and lakes of Kuocang City. On this day - he received a big order in the black market, and someone paid him to come to Longquan to "explore martial arts". This list was introduced by a well-known black hand intermediary in the city, and he knew most of it when he arrived, and this time he came over, and heard the patron say that the more blood he shed, the richer the reward, isn't this just a pie in the sky? Thinking of the scene when he received the reward, Gu Li's eyes couldn't help but glow.

"Left first, second, left. ”

It's just that the current situation really annoys him a little, first of all, he doesn't know where the bald head meddles and disrupts his "killing rhythm". Then there was another young man in a Taoist robe, who shouted every time he made a sudden killing move, and the voice was not loud, but it also made him do useless work.

"Left ・・・・・・"

"Boy, you're enough!!"

A loud shout was hoarse, but it attracted a lot of attention. Gu Li took the opportunity to get out of the battle group and rushed towards Xuan Ming: "Where did the little bull nose come from, dare to spoil your Uncle Gu's good deeds!"

Xuan Ming was able to stand aside and observe the overall situation, how could he not pay attention to this person's movements, and jumped up unhurriedly at the moment, breaking off three feet of bamboo. bullied Gu Li's dagger short, and preemptively pointed at the big hole on his body, and what the bamboo tip pointed to was the "Clearing Void Technique" taught by the master. Although it is also one of the remnants of the Qing Dynasty, it is a kung fu that hits the hole with a sword.

Although the Qingxu faction is not famous now, it still retains a bit of the remnants of the big faction after all, and Xuan Ming's gestures are much better than the wild fox Zen that Gu Li was sneaking in the formation just now.

Gu Li is conceited by nature, his vision is not high, and he still knows it after so many years of crawling in the rivers and lakes. As the saying goes, as soon as a Taoist expert makes a move, he knows if there is one, and before determining the origin of Xuan Ming, he carefully tried to dismantle it, so as not to capsize in the gutter, and be preached by his peers that he lost to a dancing elephant boy, and the business will not be easy to take in the future.

Seeing Gu Li shrinking his hands and feet, it was exactly what Xuan Ming wanted, and he broke the branch into a sword, not without the intention of bluffing.

At this time, Gu Li was holding a dagger but was on the defensive, Xuan Ming of course had the upper hand, and a set of newly learned Qinglian swordsmanship was in his hands, which was quite a bit of his predecessors. was proud, but he heard someone say in his ear: "Wrong, wrong." ”

Wrong? Xuan Ming looked around, he and Gu Li were on the edge at the beginning, and at this time, after he flipped and jumped a few times, there was a distance from Xun Cambridge. He heard the master say that there is a kung fu in the rivers and lakes that transmits sound into the secrets, could it be that there are seniors passing by to guide him?

So he tentatively asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Big wrong!"

This time it was not transmitted again, Gu Li obviously heard it, and there was a pause in his movements.

I only heard two swishing sounds in my ears, and two withered bamboos flew from nowhere, hitting Gu Li one after the other, and hitting the big hole on his body.

"Boy, come here. ”

Hearing this, Xuan Ming left Gu Li alone, followed the sound step by step, and came to the stream after a short time. I saw that on the bluestone by the stream, a little tearful bamboo broke out of the stone. There are old people under the bamboo, and they are resting against the stones. The old man in a yellow robe and white beard, his face was like gold paper, his expression was pleasant, and he was looking Xuan Ming up and down.

It was expected that the person in front of him had transmitted the sound to himself, Xuan Ming hurriedly walked forward, bowed down and hugged his fists and said: "Thank you seniors for helping, juniors have the courage to ask for the names of seniors." ”

When the old man heard this, he waved his hand and said, "The old man's surname is Ye, and those who are not successful at the bottom call me Ye Lao." Boy, you can rehearse the Qinglian swordsmanship for me. ”

Dressed in a yellow robe and surnamed Ye, he should be one of those unborn treasurers in Longquan Sword Village. Ever since Xuan Ming learned the Qinglian swordsmanship, he had always felt that something was wrong, and he was embarrassed to ask Senior Sister Lan Ge of the Qinglian Sect. It's great to have someone to guide me now.

Xuan Ming didn't dare to slack off, and then practiced the Qinglian swordsmanship one move at a time. As for the battle on the Cambridge not far away, he had forgotten about it, and the world was not as big as the greatest art. Besides, the old Ye seniors in front of him are not in a hurry, he is an outsider in a hurry.

"Wrong, wrong. ”

Who knew that before the sword move was halfway through, Ye Lao sighed again and again, making him hesitate, and the bamboo in his hand couldn't be used.

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During the new book, my hands were clumsy, and I hope that you will complain a lot, and thank the knight for drinking the cold wind with a single sword, and it is a waste of money.