Chapter Twenty-Eight: Capsizing in the Gutter

"Will you marry me?" Zhao Min was extremely nervous, staring at Yang Guan and said loudly.

When he came back to his senses, Yang Guan's heart was a little impetuous, his mind was full of the figure of another person, and when he saw Zhao Min asking, his fingers flashed, "Bang!" Unraveled Zhao Min's acupoint, and said after a moment of silence: "I can't marry you, you can go." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Min's face turned pale, his eyes turned red, and tears swirled in his eyes, but he endured it and didn't flow out, he suddenly got up, and his figure flashed and left quickly, and at the same time, Zhao Min's firm voice came, "Yang Guan, you wait, you took away my innocence, I won't let you go." ”

Stunned, Yang Guan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and a cute and cute figure appeared in his mind, "You can just be sassy, you are not allowed to mess with flowers and grass, your ownership belongs to me, otherwise you will be good-looking." ”

His heart was full of thoughts, he was too lazy to move again, he fell asleep with his clothes closed, he was just a passerby in this world, forget about the feelings, Zhao Min was just an accident.

Two years ago, he sneaked into the Ruyang Palace, trying to find the Heavenly Sword, but he didn't want to rely on the Heavenly Sword but was stolen by the old nun who exterminated it, but the sword was not found, so he made a fuss.

He told Zhao Min to be honest that he didn't have much emotion, and he had more affection.

The next day, under the guidance of Weibi, Yang Guan found the original cliff, looked at the cowering Weibi, and sighed in his heart, "This thing is also a tragedy, then the tragedy is in the end!"

"Huh!"

The sword light flashed, Wei Bi died sadly under Yang Guan's sword, glanced at Wei Bi's frightened eyes before he died, his face was expressionless, who is he, a generation of grandmasters in the national art world, the Xuanwu of Jinyi Wei, decisive in killing, and never merciless.

Tie the rope, a vertical body, Yang Guan jumped down, the clouds and mist are ethereal, the wind is violent, its cold air penetrates into the bones, Yang Guan's pure yang internal qi runs quickly, resisting the cold and wind.

About a tea time later, Yang Guan's eyes lit up, and a small stone platform appeared not far away, with a surge of internal qi, and the long sword was inserted into the stone wall, drawing a violent spark on the stone wall.

With the help of his feet, his body moved, and he brought out a long sword, and the whole person ran quickly on the stone wall.

"Boom, bang!"

Yang Guan fell on the stone platform, his face was a little pale, this time the internal force was exhausted, fortunately, it was safe to reach, breathe for a while, at a glance, there was a dry bone that had not completely decayed, and the black eyes looked at the sky in despair, and a line of words was engraved on the stone wall, "After I was a relict of Dali, I was killed by Zhang Wuji, a traitor, and was trapped in this Jedi, hate! hate! Hate! I am afraid that the ancestors will be lost, stay here, and hope that the future generations will carefully inherit it! Zhu Changling is unique." ”

"Whew! Yang Guan said disdainfully, if a person who didn't know the reason might believe it, but Yang Guan, who read through the sky and slaying the dragon, didn't know.

stepped forward and picked up an iron box, this should be the mastery left by Zhu Changling, looking forward to it, opened the box and saw a piece of brocade cloth with dense fine characters.

"Sure enough, it's a yang finger!" Unfolded the brocade cloth Yang Guan said happily with a smile on his face, but then he was stunned and scolded in a low voice: "Why is there only a cultivation method from the ninth grade to the fifth grade, and what about the one behind?"

After looking at it a few times, he sighed: "It seems that there are only the first five grades, but it's no wonder, if there is a complete Yang Finger, no matter how useless this Zhu Changling is, he will be a master of the martial arts side, and he will not dare to go out of Hongmei Villa, alas, it is a pity to abandon the tasteless food, chicken elbow!"

Putting it in his arms, he walked in, and the more he went inside, the narrower the road became, and the passage that could only accommodate the child to pass through was the last one, Yang Guan stopped, and his body moved.

"Click!"

The body of one meter and seven is rapidly becoming smaller, shrinking bones, this is what he has collected in the past few years, plus his national art cultivation, the whole body is short, and it suddenly shrunk by one-third, enough to pass through, and his heart is relieved.

After a while, Yang Guan walked out of the passage, his eyes lit up, his body recovered, and he looked at it, the scenery was pleasant, showing the Jiangnan style, soft and beautiful.

"I didn't expect that in this vast Kunlun, there is such a small Jiangnan. The scenery in the mountains was unexpected, Yang Guan sighed.

After a while, reining in his mind, Yang Guan looked around for the Jiuyang Sutra, and after a while, he found "Zhang Wuji buried the scripture here." These words.

"This kid is really kind. Yang Guan was overjoyed, quickly picked up the stones on it, and found the Jiuyang True Scripture and the Hu Qingniu Medical Sutra wrapped in oil paper.

Found the Jiuyang Sutra, Yang Guan was not in a hurry, opened the Hu Qingniu Medical Scripture, looked at it carefully, medicine and martial arts are not separated, when he first learned the national arts, Yang Guan followed to learn a lot of pharmacology, and later experienced several worlds, Yang Guan also tried his best to learn, and his medical skills were not bad.

This Hu Qingniu deserves to be the top miracle doctor, after a few pages, he felt a lot, put down the medical scriptures, Yang Guan picked up four thin scriptures, Jiuyang Zhenjing.

I opened the scriptures and looked at them carefully, "Raise your hand, and there must be orientation in front and back, left and right." If you can't start by yourself, you must recognize it carefully, follow the actions of others, stretch with the song, and do not lose it.

"Don't stretch yourself, they are powerful, I am also powerful, I am strong. He is powerless, I am powerless, my will is still first. Be mindful. Where to suffer, where to use the heart, you must ask for news from the middle who does not lose it. Remember that nothing is quiet, and stillness must be as quiet as a mountain. The so-called he is strong by him, and the breeze blows the hills. Motionless, moving like a river, the so-called he is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river ....... ”

I don't know how long it took, a burst of hunger hit, his expression was clear, Yang Guan came back to his senses, put down the book in his hand, his expression was calm, and he thought for a while.

Half paid, he got up and beat a hare, skinned it and made a fire, and stirred the roast meat on the fire rack, but his mind was immersed in the scriptures he had just read.

Jiuyang Sutra is worthy of being the top miraculous skill, it can be said to be broad and profound, its specialization in internal strength cultivation is a way, implying martial arts to reason, if it is a great success, just like Zhang Wuji, no matter what move can be broken at a glance, the mind can be learned.

Although it can only be limited to this one world, but it is not bad in the world of the flood and desolation, and the martial arts below the six grades can be seen through the same, after all, the different paths are the same, according to the level of the earth immortal realm, this skill has reached the top of the seventh grade, no less than the general six-grade peerless learning, not worse than the complete version of the "Haoyue True Scripture", and it is even higher than the pure Yang Wuji Gong.

Filling his stomach, Yang Guan once again plunged into the vast martial arts, for three days, Yang Guan was never tired of this, and many doubts before were suddenly cleared and understood.

But he studied the Jiuyang True Scripture for several days, but he suffered another person.

On the cliff, a beautiful figure stood between the vast sea of clouds, staring at the unfathomable sea of clouds on the cliff, with indescribable complexity in his eyes, longing, despair, and heartache.

It's been three days, he hasn't come out yet, is he really dead, Zhao Min couldn't help but be confused in her eyes, three days ago, she didn't leave, and quietly followed, but she didn't expect Yang Guan to jump off the cliff.

Zhao Min's heart tightened, grief was inexplicable, he ran over quickly, and when he saw the rope tied to Yashan, he couldn't help but feel relieved, Yang Guan was the first man to kiss her, and he also recognized him, but he didn't expect to take advantage of it and didn't admit it.

"This bad embryo!" Zhao Min couldn't help but scold, looking at the rope uncertain, to cut or not to cut?

"Shuffled!"

Suddenly, the rope tightened, the whole straightened, Zhao Min's face was happy, and then it changed again, his heart was tangled, and he pulled out his sword and slashed at the rope.

shouted loudly to the hanging: "Yang Guan, you owe me, if you don't die, we will cut it in two, if you die, I will marry the person you hate the most." ”

After saying that, he shed tears and left, and his heart was empty.

"I'll go! Zhao Min, your uncle's!" Yang Guan in mid-air suddenly felt that the rope in his hand was loosened, and the whole person fell freely, his face changed greatly, and the joy of getting Jiuyang Divine Skill was swept away, and he faintly heard Zhao Min's words, and scolded, "This ruthless girl, really ruthless! ”

Don't dare to slack off, the long sword in his hand slammed into the stone wall.

"Boom, boom!"

The body descended rapidly, and the sword drew a long line of fire on the stone wall.

"Click, boom!"

"Not good!" Yang Guan's face changed, the long sword in his hand suddenly broke, the speed of descent suddenly accelerated, and his brain was running rapidly, he was not Zhang Wuji had Jiuyang Divine Skill to protect his body, and his free fall was about to become a meat patty.

Suddenly, Yang Guan thought of a way, quickly unbuttoned his clothes, held both ends, formed a simple parachute, stared closely at the bottom, and said secretly: "Dead horses should be treated as live horses!"

"Bang!"

After a while, Yang Guan fell, insulted the earth in one fell swoop, groaned for a moment, and scolded in a low voice: "Your uncle!"

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