Just when Duan Yu was very entangled in his hesitation, the canopy boat that had been smashed by the vicious tall and thin boatman with a few holes had entered too much water and had sunk.

"Hmph, bastard boy, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, no matter how clever your tricks are, once you fall into the water, will you be my opponent?" said the tall and thin boatman with a strange smile.

Duan Yu's reaction was very fast, his body was elegant, and he suddenly jumped onto the side of the ship, and then with a little bit of strength, he jumped into the fog in front of him.

"I have no choice, rather than fall into the water and be caught by this guy who has been wandering the river all year round, and die of grievance, it is better to take the risk of jumping over, maybe there is still a chance of life. If I had been unlucky enough to fall into the reedy mud on the shore, I would have died even more humiliated. Duan Yu said helplessly in his heart.

Of all the methods, when they are not very reliable, the only way to choose is to choose the less dangerous one.

The moment he jumped out, the clammy and cold mist hit his face, very subtle, Duan Yu felt that his right foot suddenly stepped on a very soft and light thing, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart: "The fog ahead is really not the shore, it is still a reed." ”

At this moment of lightning, Duan Yu found that this was still hidden vitality, after all, although the reed leaves were very light and difficult to borrow, Duan Yu's good body technique was Ling Bo Microwave, elegant and light.

It is necessary to know that the artistic conception of Lingbo micro-step, a wonderful body method, comes from Cao Zijian's "Luo Shen Fu", which is the so-called: "Lingbo microwave, Luo socks are dusty." ”

Since his eyes were obscured by the thick fog and he couldn't see anything in front of him, Duan Yu was a very flexible person, so he closed his eyes, abandoned distracting thoughts, and used his heart to perceive the surroundings. And self-care to show Ling Bo micro-step, the hexagram direction under the feet, all are just right, every time the tower reaches a reed leaf, you can take it as the root to continue to step out steadily.

If that foot is empty, the subtlety and mystery of Ling Bo's micro-step will be reflected, and you can immediately turn the corner by simply changing the position of the hexagram under your feet.

Generally speaking, people are only good at seeing the world around them with their eyes, but sometimes the mind perceives it more deeply than the eyes can see.

Duan Yu closed his eyes, and was no longer disturbed by the heavy mist, and devoted himself to performing Ling Bo Weibu, which was both novel and somewhat exciting.

In this process, Duan Yu turned a deaf ear to the sound of the cold wind on the river or the shouts of the ferocious tall and thin boatman behind him, and he had no distractions.

It seemed that after a long time, and it seemed that there was only a moment, Duan Yu finally stepped on the solid ground, and after walking forward for a few hundred zhang, he was not on the river, and the fog was about to be lighter.

Duan Yu opened his eyes at this time, and he could finally vaguely understand the surrounding situation, and this place was completely safe.

It is estimated that at this moment, the vicious tall and thin boatman is still struggling to find and salvage under the water, he must have thought that Duan Yu fell into the water, and he must not have imagined that there is such an incomparably mysterious body as Ling Bo Weibu in the world.

Duan Yu glanced back at the misty river, it seemed that it was really not suitable to wander around tonight, and the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City had to find a more reliable boat to carry it later.

Then, he returned to the inn, it was already dawn, the ancient Jiangnan town in the chicken and dog smelled each other, it can be described as "the sound of the chicken Maodian month, the track of Banqiao frost", a qiē is so beautiful and graceful, full of unique charm.

Before the door of the inn opened, Duan Yu jumped onto the railing on the third floor and sneaked into his guest room to make up for his sleep.

In the next few days, Duan Yu paid close attention to Gu Mozhi's movements, and this guy was actually here and didn't leave in a hurry.

Duan Yu expected that Gu Mozhi thought that almost no one could know him here, so he could study most of the "Six Veins Divine Sword of the Shaoshang Sword" with peace of mind, while Sun Feiyue lived in her own room, since she was completely defeated by Duan Yu in the Tianlong Temple, she did not have the same blind confidence as before.

Sun Feiyue understands that walking in the rivers and lakes, dignity is not given by others, but earned by herself.

If it weren't for his beautiful face and slender posture, how could Duan Yu instinctively stop, and if it was someone like the Blood Shadow Demon Knife Huo Tianhua, Duan Yu didn't ambiguously cut it into two pieces with a sword.

Sun Feiyue didn't hope that Jiu Mo Intelligence would teach her some more powerful tricks, she was concentrating on cultivation, so whenever Duan Yu sneaked over to observe their situation, she didn't notice it.

On the eighth day, Gu Mozhi called Sun Feiyue to his guest room and said happily: "The teacher has already realized some eyebrows, but he is not sure whether this line of practice is completely correct, and once something goes wrong, it will be extremely damaging." ”

"In that case, Master, why are you still so happy?" Sun Feiyue couldn't help frowning and asked, she found that it was becoming more and more difficult for her to understand this old monk.

"Go get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!" said Hatomachi.

As soon as the qiē utensils were ready, Gu Mozhi picked up the wolf's hair, dipped it in some ink, and carefully sketched on the white paper, drawing out the internal movement line of the Shaoshang Sword that he had comprehended.

It can be described as slow work and meticulous work, and after half an hour, Kuma Zhi finished the last stroke.

"Of course, the teacher knows that this part of the sword spectrum that has just been comprehended cannot be cultivated rashly, but we can find someone to try to practice. Isn't it possible to know the effect?" Gu Mozhi stared at Sun Feiyue and said.

"Master, don't you want me to be the subject of this experiment? If that's the case, it will be too chilling for the disciple. Sun Feiyue sighed faintly.

Gu Mozhi patted her on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "As a teacher, you are also a high-ranking monk, how can you be so cruel to your apprentice!"

Duan Yu lurked in the shadows, and when he heard him say that he was a high-ranking monk, his heart became more and more disdainful.

Then, Gu Mozhi said: "I thought about it for the teacher just now, to be the subject of this experiment, you must have a high talent in martial arts, and now your internal strength is relatively good, in this land south of the Yangtze River, the most suitable candidate is of course Gusu Murong Fu." Thinking that his father Murong Bo gave me the booklet at the beginning, my strength has improved so much, and I just happened to repay the favor. ”

"Master's doing this is against morality, if Murong Fu goes mad or dies because of cultivating this broken sword spectrum you sketched, wouldn't you be very sorry for the deceased?" Sun Feiyue said.

"That's a good note, so let's have lunch and leave. It is expected that Murong Fu, this kid, got this sword spectrum, and he should be grateful to his teacher. Hatama sneered.