The young man was dressed in a blue-gray robe, with the cuffs embroidered with the mountain logo, his hair curled high, his face handsome, and his heroic spirit, but at this time he frowned, and breathed a sigh of relief, muttering to himself.

"The master sent another letter urging him, but now he has no clue, the sect's canon is imminent, and I am afraid that he will go back. He looked down at the words written on the envelope, and his heart became more and more depressed, and he didn't know what to do.

It turned out that this person was the head disciple of the world's largest sect of the Hidden Sect, Yun Qi, who was ordered by his master to come to the four southern states to investigate the tragedy of the local family's extermination before March.

The families who were exterminated were all rich and powerful families in the local area, and they were all killed, men, women, and children, in a cruel way, killing people and removing bones, and then setting fire to them, leaving almost no trace.

The only thing that can be seen is that the perpetrators seem to be looking for something, and there is more than one perpetrator, and the actions are well-organized, and they are constantly moving around to commit crimes, making their purpose and whereabouts even more elusive.

Although Yun Qi contacted the Great Fire Sect here, but because he was wiped out by the Demon Sect many years ago, his vitality was greatly damaged, and he has not recovered so far, so he has not provided much help, and the investigation can only rely on him alone, and the progress is slow.

In addition, the sect is going to hold an entrance ceremony, and it is the time to employ people, and he, as the head of the sect, must return to the mountain to take charge, so the time left for him to investigate is getting less and less.

"It seems that I can only ask for help from the Instrument Sect and let them send disciples to investigate", Yun Qi thought so in his heart, so he wrote a letter to Yan Gongxiu, the head of the Instrument Sect, one of the three sects, hoping to find out the truth with the power of the Instrument Sect, and the next morning, the letter was sent to the Instrument Sect, where the God Busan was.

At this time, in Qingsang Mountain, it has been more than two months since Qiuxin was injured, the internal injuries have healed, the fire poison in the five internal organs has been completely integrated with the cold breath, and the broken meridians have gradually been unblocked.

The internal force has not weakened due to the injury of the meridians, but it is easier to run than before, and the tingling feeling of excessive luck in the past has disappeared, and Qiu Xin has finally unloaded the burden of illness and can truly step into the martial arts hall.

During this time, he was not idle, in addition to reading some wild history classics, more time was spent pondering the three sword drawings in the sword spectrum, the meaning of the first picture was already clear, the sword movement was like a layer of waves, and the power was even greater, I am afraid that this is the meaning that the senior wanted to express.

And the faint phantom drawn in the second picture represents a clue at all, the pursuit of swordsmanship is fast and accurate, this faint phantom may want to emphasize this point, but this is a well-known truth for people who practice martial arts in the world, and there is no reason at all in this precious sword spectrum. Besides, the speed of the sword is completely dependent on personal skill, and this picture does not provide any tricks, so I am afraid that there are other meanings.

The third picture is even more strange, unpredictable, the appearance of the tail pine on the mountain has nothing to do with the swordsmanship, and it is also painted on the sword spectrum, which makes Qiu Xin think that this last picture is the work of the senior's leisure time, but the materials used in the sword spectrum are not invaded, I am afraid that it is not just drawn casually, it must have a deep meaning, which makes Qiu Xin entangled.

However, these days of careful pondering, let him more appreciate the subtlety of this sword spectrum, just the first half of the sword book in the one hundred and eight sword moves, each sword regardless of the angle of the sword, or the footwork of the moving position, can be called perfect.

It can not only exert the power of the sword, but also do not leave the slightest flaw to the opponent, each move is carefully scrutinized, thousands of tempered superb methods, just one move can make the sword practitioner infinitely useful, no wonder the world will this sword book as the supreme code.

According to legend, there is a secret to becoming an immortal, but there is nothing wrong with it. Having a deeper understanding of these sword moves made Qiu Xin even more eager to familiarize himself with one hundred and eight sword moves as soon as possible, so that he could practice the extremely powerful Sun.

Therefore, on the day he was able to practice, he didn't stop for a moment, except for eating and sleeping, he was practicing swords almost all the time, and if he had the slightest inspiration, he would immediately take the wooden sword to the peak to practice swords, as if he was enchanted.

Over time, the swordsmanship has become more and more exquisite, compared to the previous has made great progress, due to the absence of fire poison, the sword moves that could not be practiced before can now be skillfully used, and the use of internal force is more arbitrary, even the master who usually ignores him is full of praise for him, saying that he did not see the wrong person, and the way to practice the sword, Qiu Xin is really talented.

Although there is not much problem in the use and practice of a single sword move, but to use multiple sword moves in a row, Qiu Xin is still powerless, either the internal strength is not good, or the next move is out of order, or the sword will come out of his hand, no matter how many times he practices, it seems that these problems will appear.

After many days of practice, he could only use more than ten swords at most, and in desperation, he had to ask his master to tell him the order of the swords, and the master's answer surprised him.

The master told him that there is no order of the sword at all, blindly pursuing the order will only limit his thoughts, the order of this move is different every time he uses this move, what he wants is the direction of the sword, whether he can do it in one go, it all depends on his understanding, which makes Qiu Xin scratch his head, and he can only go back and think silently alone.

I don't know how many times the sun has risen and set on this mountain, winter has come, the whole mountain is flooded with snow, the white expanse, wrapped in cyan branches and leaves, the heavy snow seems to not stop for a moment, and the snowflakes rush to the top of the mountain without hesitation, running around with the wind.

On this day, as usual, Qiu Xin came to the foot of the pine tree, drew his sword and rose, with exquisite moves, with the air flow causing a whirring sound, wrapped in white snowflakes fluttering.

Although the momentum is amazing, there will be a moment of pause after each move, although it is not long, but compared to the flowing sword moves, the feeling of blockage between the connection of one sword and the other seems very abrupt.

Qiu Xin also understood in his heart, but there was no better way, he could only practice more, he only felt that the feeling of stagnation had become stronger and stronger when he practiced the sword recently, and with his intelligence, he probably also understood that as long as he broke the shackles and eliminated the sense of blockage, he could succeed.

Just as he played the sword again and again, and in the luck again and again, the awkward feeling became stronger and stronger, and there was always a voice in his heart telling him that this was not right.

Suddenly, he turned around, drew his sword and stabbed it above his shoulder, screamed, and then unscrupulously unleashed thirty-six swords in succession, without the slightest pause, like silk, and let it be.

He knew in his heart that he was afraid that he had already done it, and at this time, he was exhausted.

Qiu Xin rested for half an hour before he recovered, thinking carefully about how he had just done it, that state didn't allow him to think about it at all, and he couldn't wait to use the next sword, and he had a feeling of not vomiting and unhappy, so he naturally used the thirty-six sword.

But what the order was, it was difficult to remember for a while, so he got up again, and after drawing the sword, he didn't think about it and immediately used the next sword, and he didn't want to stop at all after thirty-six swords.

When the thirty-six swords have been shot, the true qi in the dantian has been exhausted when he wants to make another move, Qiu Xin is also very helpless about this, and if he wants to make a few more moves, it is difficult to do it with insufficient internal strength, and it is probably impossible to improve his internal strength in a short period of time.

But just like that, he was very satisfied, knowing that he had reached the bottleneck, and it would be difficult to make any progress in practicing any further, so he put away his sword and flew towards the mulberry forest.

Perhaps he was too excited, Qiu Xin didn't notice that in the place where he had just practiced his sword, a few feet around, the snowflakes on the surface had melted into water and then solidified, forming a layer of ice covering the snow.

In the thatched hut not far away, the master also saw this scene, with a relieved smile on his face, as if he saw himself back then, and perhaps also saw the shadow of the old man in Qiu Xin.

For many days, Qiu Xin has been practicing swords alone, ignoring Xiaobai, and today he has made a little achievement, and he came to this mulberry forest early.

Since the last time Xiaobai took him to the depths of the mulberry forest to see the group of foxes, he had never come in again, so he whistled and motioned for Xiaobai to come out.

After a while, a white thing walked out with a shaking head, and there seemed to be anger in his eyes that he was disturbed, but when he saw that it was the master who came to find him, he was puzzled, happy, and reluctant, so he threw himself into the arms of the master and walked out of the mulberry forest together.

Qiu Xin said, "Happy today, follow me to find something to eat, and let you feast at night", perhaps because he understood that there was something delicious at night, Xiaobai hurriedly wagged his tail, his face was full of flattery, and he completely forgot the reluctant look when he left the mulberry forest.

Seeing his appearance, Qiu Xin couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile, "It's still so greedy", and then took Xiaobai around to look for prey.

That night, after a full meal and wine, the master stopped Qiu Xin and said lightly, "Now that you have achieved a little in swordsmanship, do you want to go down the mountain to see and see?"

When Qiu Xin heard this, he hurriedly said, "Master, Qiu Xin just wants to accompany Master on the mountain, rest the way of the sword, and ask for nothing else, could it be that the disciple has done something wrong, and the master wants to drive me away?"

Hearing Qiu Xin's answer, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "Who wants to drive you down the mountain, now that you are not young, it's time to go down the mountain to have a look, besides, practicing swords is not an overnight effort, and it is still beneficial to travel to the mortal world." ”

Qiu Xin opened his mouth to refuse, and said, "The disciple's martial arts are still shallow, and he has lived on this mountain since he was a child, and he doesn't understand the affairs of the world, so it's better not to go down the mountain." ”

Master was dumbfounded and said in a straight voice, "Don't you really want to visit the place where your parents once lived?"

After that, Qiu Xin was silent.

By this time, the night was already deep, the snow was gradually falling in the sky, and it was extremely cold on the mountain.