Later, I defeated many martial arts heroes with this set of swordsmanship, and I became a little famous in the rivers and lakes. If a person becomes famous too quickly, he is easy to be proud. At that time, I thought I was very great, and I started to become a little arrogant.

Later, I met Du Jianfeng, the head of the Cangshan faction, and the two of us had a very happy conversation, and we felt that we hated each other. Thinking that he had found a close friend, he wanted to become friends with him, and even taught him a trick in his swordsmanship.

Who knew that Du Jianfeng's wolf ambition, in order to get all my sword moves, poisoned me in wine, imprisoned me in a stone prison, and forced me to teach sword scores.

But how did he know that half of my swordsmanship was learned in a cave carving, and the other half was exchanged for a divine weapon, but after I practiced it, I buried that half of the sword book in the cave, and he searched my whole body, where can I find the sword book.

And he treated me like this, how could I pass on this set of swordsmanship to him?

I know that it will be difficult to get out of this stone prison, so I write this book to warn future generations to stay away from jackals like Du Jianfeng!

Duan Yuntu handed this white cloth to Yang Sihai, and told Yang Sihai how he got this white cloth.

Yang Sihai looked at it and said, "In this way, it makes sense." This piece of white cloth must have been left by the long-love swordsman back then, and the long-love swordsman was also seriously injured after being poisoned by Du Jianfeng, and finally died. And this also explains why Du Jianfeng has the sword moves in the Cloud and Mist Thirteen Style. ”

Three days later, Yang Sihai no longer had symptoms of pain in his chest, and it seemed that the poison of the Heart Devouring Pill had been completely lifted. And Ma Shaowei's injury has also recovered and recovered.

Duan Yuntu and Nian Hua got up and said goodbye.

The two of them came out of the small courtyard, and Duan Yuntu said to Nianhua with a smile: "Miss Nianhua, are you going to wander the rivers and lakes with me?"

Nianhua turned his face blank, pretended to be angry, and said: "Think beautifully, you big thief! The days when I came out are not short, and I will go back." ”

Duan Yuntu heard Nian Hua call himself a big thief again, not only was he not angry at all, but he laughed happily.

Nianhua raised his sword up, stroked it with his hand, and said, "My sword is called Zhanlu, and it was brought to Yunnan from the Central Plains by Zhanzhao and his wife who went south back then. This Zhanlu sword was obtained by my father, but the giant sword is still missing. People say that the sword is given to heroes, but I see that you are still a good person, so I decided to give you this Zhanlu sword. As he spoke, he sent the sword forward and handed it to Duan Yuntu.

Duan Yuntu understood what Nianhua meant, he was also very satisfied with Nianhua, Nianhua was willing to give him his sword, he naturally couldn't ask for it.

But Duan Yuntu looked all over his body, and he couldn't find a thing that could match the gift, he didn't want to accept such a gift in vain, so he smiled and said: "In the past, he went south to show that he and the heroine Ding Yuehua exchanged swords, and it was passed down as a martial arts story. Today, Miss Nianhua gave me the Zhan Lu sword, but I didn't have the Juque sword in return, so I can't receive the Zhan Lu sword for the time being. Even if I leave it with the girl first, I will redeem it from the girl when I get the giant sword in the future. Then he turned and walked forward.

Only Nian Hua was left messy in the wind, and secretly cursed Duan Yuntu in his heart for being a bastard.

Duan Yuntu left Yang Sihai's Cangshan Courtyard, and did not choose to go to the city of Dali under the mountain, but walked to the depths of the mountain. Because he just wants to find a quiet place at this time, think about it, and then where to go. He had climbed over two peaks and suddenly saw the goshawk he had raised hovering in the air.

He walked in the direction of the goshawk, wanting to tease the old friend one more time. Counting this goshawk, he is also in his teens and is in the prime of life.

This flat-haired beast is very spiritual, although he has been separated from Duan Yuntu for several years, but when he sees Duan Yuntu this time, he can not only recognize him, but also be able to appear in time to help him when he is in trouble.

It's just that this eagle is used to being at ease on the mountain, and he doesn't rely on this former owner very much, and he doesn't need to worry about Duan Yuntu.

Duan Yuntu walked to a hill and was about to whistle, when he suddenly saw a feathered arrow flying towards the goshawk. The goshawk let out a long roar, flapped its wings violently, and flew several feet high.

In this way, the arrow misses its head. And when that feathered arrow flew to such a height, its strength was already about to be exhausted. The goshawk flapped its wings and flew the feathered arrow to the side.

Duan Yuntu looked in the direction where the feather arrow was fired, and saw two figures faintly there, hidden behind a bush of grass. Duan Yuntu thought to himself, few people came to the depths of this vast mountain, who would want to shoot his goshawk with arrows?

Duan Yuntu quietly walked towards the two people standing there, and came behind a big tree more than ten feet in front of them. I only heard a girl's voice say, "Brother Jun, why haven't you improved your archery skills at all? It sounded like she wasn't quite happy with the young man who was shooting the arrow.

Duan Yuntu thought to himself, fortunately, your handsome brother's archery skills are not very good, otherwise this old friend of mine would have suffered.

I only heard the man next to the girl say, "It's all that beast is too cunning and flies so high." I can't shoot this bow again, so I can't shoot it naturally. ”

The girl pouted and said, "If you can't do kung fu, you can't do kung fu, so many excuses." I've heard that those masters of other people, holding a broken bamboo piece in their hands, are also like a sword, unstoppable. ”

The man was teased for a while and had no words, so he had to stammer: "That person is a big master, and I'm not." Besides, I've worked very hard, I'm practicing every day, and I can't help it if my kung fu is not good. ”

The girl said, "Brother Jun, you said that your ancestors' kung fu was so good, why did you suddenly fail when you arrived at your father's place?

The man hurriedly said, "How is that possible! I heard my father say that our ancestors are good at kung fu, and they all rely on a very powerful set of swordsmanship, called the 'Cloud and Mist Thirteen Style'. ”

"Cloud Thirteen Style?" Isn't this the mastery of the long-term love swordsman? How did it become this young man's family heirloom again? Could it be that there is some connection between the two of them?

I only heard the man continue: "My father said that when my grandfather was alive, many people came to learn swords. but

This set of swordsmanship in my family has always been a foreign surname. So my grandfather turned them all down.

Unexpectedly, someone came to my house to steal it because they coveted my family's sword book.

(End of chapter)