Feng Mu began to practice with the old man guarding the tomb, and he asked the old man's name many times, but the old man never mentioned it.

A long time has passed forward, and three months have passed, and Feng Mu has completely mastered the Shushan Sword Technique "Tianshui Eighteen Styles", but he is unable to use that powerful blow.

The old man saw everything in his eyes, and everything that should be mentioned had already been mentioned, and then it was up to Feng Mu's own creation.

Feng Mu began to practice in retreat, and during that period, the old man brought him food instead, but the old man's cooking skills were really not flattering, and after Feng Mu ate for a while, he was no longer picky, and he was used to it.

Later, Feng Mu was able to adapt to it by eating only one meal a day, and he didn't even feel obviously hungry, so he cultivated like this, letting the time pass little by little.

Unconsciously, a year passed, during which Feng Mu explained to Xiao Chucai where to go, Zeng Xilai and the others did not receive his order, so naturally they would not take the initiative to come to Shushan to find him.

After Feng Mu's cultivation entered the bottleneck, he didn't even have an appetite for eating, and he didn't eat for two days in a row, only drinking some hot water, and he thought about how to give full play to the power of the Shushan Sword Technique.

He is not lacking in internal strength, and the proficiency of moves is also proficient, what he lacks is a unique understanding.

On this day, perhaps too hungry or too tired, Feng Mu actually fainted. In a coma, Feng Mu seemed to be trapped in a cage, unable to break free.

He had a sword in his hand, but he could not cut through the cage no matter what. The water beneath his feet began to spill up, gradually spilling over his waist.

Feng Mu couldn't help but clench the long sword in his hand a little tighter, he knew that just relying on strength and internal strength, he couldn't cut through this cage made of steel.

"What other swordsmanship is there that I haven't mastered, and how can I break through this cage?"

Seeing that the water had overflowed his chest, Feng Mu no longer slashed indiscriminately, and his hand holding the sword was also a little looser.

Feng Mu, who was immersed in his inner demons, was still at war with him, he would not have thought that in the room where he was cultivating, the old man was looking at him with interest.

The old man didn't say a word, and when Feng Mu was sweating profusely, he just shot out a gust of breeze, and being hit by this cool breeze, Feng Mu's scorching body cooled down significantly.

At this time, a complicated expression appeared on the old man's calm face, and then he ignored Feng Mu and got up slightly and walked out.

Outside the room stood a man, who was small and thin, standing straight in the middle of the cemetery, like a wooden pole.

The old man looked at him and said slowly: "Wudang Xu Zhenren, what kind of wind blew you here?"

Facing the old man's bland question, the man in the ink-colored robe slowly turned around, looked at the friend he hadn't seen for many years, and said, "Brother Kong Sheng, I came here to say goodbye to you." ”

"Oh?" Kong Sheng, the mausoleum keeper of Shushan, looked at each other curiously and asked, "Xu Zhenren, as the fourth elder of Wudang, does not manage the Zhou Tian Sword Formation, but he has this leisure?"

In the face of his old friend's sarcasm, Wudang Elder Xu Fu just smiled bitterly, and then sneered: "Didn't Brother Kong see the strangeness in me?"

"What's wrong?" Kong Sheng shook his head helplessly and said, "Forgive me for my clumsiness, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still radiant and energetic, I don't see any difference." ”

It seemed that he was accustomed to such a statement, Xu Fu just let out a long sigh, facing the vast sky, it seemed that the answers to all questions could be found there.

Kong Sheng was not annoyed by this person's tricks, he seemed to have been accustomed to it, and said, "What happened, why don't you tell me, the frog at the bottom of the well?"

Looking at Kong Sheng with a somewhat complicated expression, Xu Fu no longer sighed, and then said slowly: "Recently, there have been a series of violent deaths in the martial arts, the cause of death is unknown, their temperament has changed greatly before they die, they are cruel to killing, and those people are all big names of important sects in the rivers and lakes, and I am afraid that my brother will not be able to escape this level." ”

Seeing Kong Sheng's eyes, he couldn't help frowning, saying that Xu Zhenren was free and easy, and it was really surprising that he would be so sad and sad.

Xu Fu's expression was calm, the sadness in his eyes decreased slightly, and he said that this was not his intention to make it up, but a well-known thing in the rivers and lakes, and he came this time because he noticed his own abnormality, so he wanted to ask Kong Sheng to kill him.

What the other party said was conclusive, not like a joke at all, Kong Sheng couldn't help but be stunned, and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Look at me, it's like I'm joking, and I often regret that we haven't won or lost between us. ”

Listening to Xu Fu's words, Kong Sheng replied lightly: "According to your meaning, didn't you come to me today to compete?"

Xu Fu looked at Kong Sheng calmly, raised his right hand, he already had an extra sword in his hand, only to hear him say calmly: "The night sword has not been unsheathed for a long time, where is your Muyun sword?"

Kong Sheng seemed to remember the past, and then with a wave of his hand, a dead branch fell into his hand, and he immediately said: "The Muyun Sword has been destroyed, so use it instead." ”

Xu Fu's expression was stunned, and after a while, he showed a relieved smile and said, "Very good, I don't think your martial arts realm has reached this point." ”

After speaking, he waved the sword in his hand, and a sword aura of Sen Ran headed towards Kong Sheng. Kong Sheng's expression remained unchanged, and he raised the withered branch in his hand to contend with it.

Heaven and earth were covered by sword qi, but this sword qi disappeared quickly, and this silent cemetery once again regained its previous calm.

The corners of Xu Fu's mouth were soaked with blood, he looked at Kong Sheng, nodded again and again, and said, "Very good, I didn't expect you to have comprehended this layer, I am convinced." ”

After speaking, he raised the night sword in his hand and threw it at Kong Sheng, Kong Sheng reached out and took it in his hand, only to hear Xu Fu say indifferently: "Take care of it for me, you are the most suitable person." ”

Kong Sheng shook his head and said: "Definitely, I have a more suitable candidate in my heart, and I can't hide it, I was able to break through the realm of swordsmanship, and I also got some inspiration from him." ”

Xu Fu showed a surprised expression and asked, "Who is the other party, why don't I know, there are such characters in Shushan?"

Kong Sheng shook his head, then nodded again, and said: "He is not a senior master, but a teenager, and he is not a disciple of Shushan, but he has a great relationship with Shushan. ”

"It's a pity that my time has come, otherwise I would have liked to meet this young man. ”

After Xu Fu finished speaking, his tone seemed to be very helpless, and he immediately fell down, and at that time, there were many blood holes all over his body.

Kong Sheng walked up to this old friend and said softly, "Don't worry, I don't think that young man will let you down." (To be continued.) )