On Zhongnan Mountain, on a cliff, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe held a heavy sword, like a green pine, regardless of the howling wind around him, he did not move.

Suddenly, the man clenched his sword, raised his arm, and sent his heavy sword out.

The blade of the sword pointed straight ahead, seemingly slow and weak, but with every point of the heavy sword, the air around it sizzled.

Then the heavy sword was withdrawn, and with a thud, it was as if a piece of cloth had been cut in half.

The middle-aged Taoist raised his sword and swung it horizontally, and the long sword turned into a match, like silver light enveloping the ground.

The heavy sword in his hand swung out continuously, looking like a puppet moving stiffly, each sword making a screeching sound.

But as time went on, he became faster and faster, and his harsh voice became less and less, and finally he was silent.

At this point, the heavy sword in his hand had turned into phantoms, enveloping the person in it.

I don't know how many swords he stabbed, or how many moves he used.

By the time he stopped his sword, the earth had already formed ravines in the earth.

The middle-aged Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, put down the heavy sword, and picked up a wooden sword from the ground next to him.

This wooden sword is very thin, the purple-red spine is filled with black patterns, and the blade is round, which really looks like it is not deterrent.

The middle-aged Taoist grabbed the wooden sword, looked at it, and the long sword suddenly stabbed out.

His movements were very sudden, and in the eyes of ordinary people, the sword seemed to change positions in an instant.

Stabbing out this sword, the middle-aged Taoist slowly pulled back the wooden sword.

But only half of the wooden sword was recovered. The tip of the sword in front of it and the blade of the sword cracked a gap and slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing the half-cut wooden sword in his hand, the middle-aged Taoist sighed and muttered to himself: "Yin Zhiping once said that there are multiple realms in sword practice. The first realm is the sword, which is incomparably sharp, and defeats the enemy with the help of sharp weapons. The second realm is the soft sword, which overcomes rigidity with softness. The third level of the realm is the heavy sword, the heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is like work. The fourth realm is the wooden sword. Mountains, rocks, plants and trees can all be used as swords. The fifth realm is the absence of a sword. There are no tricks to win. At the fifth level of the realm, I can only achieve the third layer. ”

The person who practiced swords was Qiu Chuji, and when they met in Zhoushan three years ago, they used to sit and talk about martial arts. When the two of them were talking about the way of the sword. Yin Zhiping said the above.

Three years ago. Qiu Chuji thought that Yin Zhiping was dead, returned to Zhongnan Mountain, and practiced swords all day long. Now he can use a heavy sword of seventy or eighty pounds with great skill.

But there is still a lot of distance from the level where the fourth heavy wooden sword and the mountains, rocks, grass and trees can be used as swords.

Qiu Chuji threw the wooden sword in his hand aside, and the wooden sword turned into a purple streamer and plunged into the hard earth in the distance.

Qiu Chuji wanted to pick up the heavy sword and continue to practice, but at this time, a figure climbed the mountain, jumped up, and appeared in front of Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji looked at the person who came and shouted softly, "Jing'er, what's the matter with you?"

The person who came was Guo Jing, he was twenty-three years old at this time, the whole person was extremely strong, his eyes were bright, standing there, there was a momentum of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.

In the past three years, Guo Jing has become much more stable, but at this moment, his face is full of surprise.

He rushed to Qiu Chuji, presented the letter, and shouted loudly, "Master, it's a letter from the little master." ”

"Little Master?"

Hearing this title, Qiu Chuji subconsciously frowned, and immediately reacted that Guo Jing's little master was Yin Zhiping.

Qiu Chuji hurriedly tore open the letter, took out the letter paper, and browsed it.

When he saw the first line of "Master Qi", Qiu Chuji's fingers trembled, and when he saw Yin Zhiping report that he was alive, Qiu Chuji's lips trembled, and when he saw that he said that he was going to get married and let Qiu Chuji go to Peach Blossom Island, Qiu Chuji was already in tears.

Three years later, just when I thought he was dead, his letter arrived.

The familiar handwriting made Qiu Chuji feel pleasantly surprised, but he still asked carefully, "Jing'er, who gave you this letter?"

Guo Jing said excitedly: "It was sent to the Quanzhen Sect by a soldier from Zhoushan City, saying that it was Liu Taishou's order. ”

Qiu Chuji said: "Liu Taishou, if it is him, it will not be fake. ”

After saying this, Qiu Chuji hurriedly jumped off the mountain, returned to the Quanzhen Sect, and told Ma Yu and the others about the matter.

When those people heard that Yin Zhiping was still alive, they were more surprised than surprised.

Yin Zhiping's death three years ago saved them, and the gaps that existed before did not exist.

Hearing the news that Yin Zhiping did not die, all the seven sons of Quanzhen were very relieved, Ma Yu said: "It's good that Zhiping is not dead, he invited us to Peach Blossom Island, I don't know what the opinions of several juniors are?"

Wang Chu nodded and said, "In the past, he died to save us, which made me feel guilty. Today he is still alive and is getting married, so we should go and say goodbye. ”

The last time Wang Chuyi saw Li Mochou, he didn't take revenge, the reason was that Li Mochou at that time, his martial arts had already surpassed him, Li Mochou had no idea of competing, and he naturally wouldn't send him to death.

But when Yin Zhiping rescued him, Wang Chuyi owed Yin Zhiping a lot, and under the guilt, it was sometimes difficult to sleep.

Tan Chuduan nodded and said, "Then let's leave today and go to Peach Blossom Island." ”

The seven sons of Quanzhen discussed the agreement to go, and began to prepare for the departure.

But halfway up the mountain, a soldier also came to the gate of the ancient tomb.

He looked at the flat rocks and said suspiciously, "Is this the Tomb Sect?" ”

The soldier muttered to himself, but at this moment, a voice came from afar, "Who is in front of my tomb sect?"

This voice was cold and distant, and the middle-aged soldier didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said: "On the orders of the city lord, I have a letter to the head of the Tomb Sect, and I also ask the head of the Tomb Sect to show up to receive the letter." ”

Hearing this, the stone wall in front of him made a rumbling sound, and a stone wall opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out of it.

Behind the middle-aged woman, there were two girls who looked like flowers and jade. The soldier didn't dare to look up, handed over the letter, and when the head of the Tomb Sect took it, he left directly.

The head of the Tomb Sect took the letter, opened the envelope, and opened his mouth wide when he saw the first sentence.

Next to the head of the Tomb Sect, Li Mochou, whose face was like frost, asked curiously, "Master, what is written in this letter?"

The head of the Tomb Sect said dumbfoundedly: "This, this is Yin Zhiping's letter." ”

"Yin Zhiping, how is it possible?" Most people have turned the fact that Yin Zhiping has died into a fact that cannot be changed. So for the sudden letter, everyone's subconscious thoughts are fake.

Li Mochou and Mu Nianci gathered around the head of the house, browsing the letters.

After reading the letter. Li Mochou said in disbelief: "He didn't die." He didn't die. Brother Zhiping is not dead, he still wants to marry me. ”

Mu Nianci also burst into tears and covered her mouth. Don't let your crying voice come out.

The head of the Tomb Sect read the letter again, and said softly: "Good people don't live long, and disasters will last for a thousand years, so let's go to Peach Blossom Island to find him." ”

Mu Nianci turned around and ran towards the tomb, but Li Mochou looked at his master and asked, "Master, don't you go with your apprentice? ”

The head of the Tomb Sect stretched out his hand, touched Li Mochou's head, and said, "Don't go, I'm the head of the Tomb Sect, and I can't violate the rules of the Tomb Sect." ”

The head of the Tomb Sect has his own insistence, Li Mochou listened to what she said, hugged his master hard, turned around and ran back to the tomb.

Mu Nianci came out with Yin Guo in his arms, Li Mochou took his luggage, and the two walked out of the ancient tomb, looking at the head of the ancient tomb sect standing not far away, they were a little hesitant in their hearts.

Li Mochou walked over and said softly, "Master, we will come back to see you." ”

Mu Nianci also said: "Thank you for taking me and my son during this time. ”

In the face of the words of the two, the head of the Tomb Sect smiled lightly and said, "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, you can go." ”

Li Mochou and Mu Nianci bowed deeply to the head of the Tomb Sect, then walked out of the mountainside, went down the mountain, rode horses, and rushed towards Peach Blossom Island.

Letter after letter is sent out, and an individual receives the letter.

On the Iron Palm Peak, Hua Zheng saw the letter and broke into the cave where Qiu Qianren was retreating.

Qiu Qianren saw that it was Hua Zheng, rolled his eyes, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Hua Zheng handed the letter to Qiu Qianren, and then waited quietly.

After more than a dozen breaths, Qiu Qianren stood up and said, "Let's go, go to Peach Blossom Island." ”

On Jinghu South Road, on the top of the mountain peak, Master Yideng looked at the letter in his hand, smiled slightly, and said to the disciple behind him: "Let's go to Peach Blossom Island." ”

In the Lin'an Palace, in the Imperial Garden, Hong Qigong on the tree looked at the letter in his hand, and said to the young man who was cultivating the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending on the side: "I said that your master is not dead, do you want to go and see him?"

When the young man heard this, he was surprised and said, "Not dead?"

Hong Qigong threw the letter to him, and after the latter read it, he said: "It's really not dead, I'll just say that the great immortal has great powers, how can he die." ”

Hong Qigong jumped off the treetop and said to the young man: "I'm leaving, you can practice by yourself." ”

The young man said, "Wait a minute, Qigong, I will follow you." ”

Hong Qigong frowned and asked, "You are the emperor, and there are so many state affairs to deal with, how can you have so much time?"

This young man was Zhao Yun, the emperor of the Song Kingdom, and when he heard Hong Qigong's words, he coughed and pleaded: "Qigong, I will go for three days and come back in three days." ”

Hong Qigong shook his head and said, "Forget it, you can follow me after you arrange it." ”

Zhao Yun was excited in his heart, and called the civil official, saying that he wanted to pay a private visit.

But just after Zhao Yun packed up his things, a dark-skinned girl with cloudy eyes walked over and asked softly, "Your Majesty, are you leaving?"

Zhao Yun looked at the girl, stretched out his hand and took her hand, and said, "I want to see Master, Qing'er, you might as well go with me, Master has great powers, and he will definitely be able to cure your eye disease." ”

The woman called Qing'er nodded and said softly: "Wherever Your Majesty goes, I will go." ”

Zhao Yun took his wife's hand, joined Hong Qigong, and walked out of the palace gate in disguise, (to be continued......)