Sealing Knife

After Duan Qing made up his mind, he didn't stay in Ruoshuiguan, he asked Xuan Su a few words, and took Ye Fusheng away.

He picked a path in the mountains, with shades like waves and rare people, showing picturesque and quiet like the quiet years. However, although Ye Fusheng had just arrived at the first time, his memory was very good, but it seemed to me that it was not the direction to go to the Frost Creamery.

When they came to an open space among bamboo forests, Duanqing stayed back and said, "Do not ask me why I want you to go?"

"Sister-in-law does things, of course it makes sense." Ye Fusheng surrounded his arms. "This is the first thing, it should be that Brother Xuan Su first entered the rivers and lakes. Although the martial arts have good experience and lack of experience, it is more appropriate for people to accompany ... It ’s about me, is n’t it? "

Duan Qing nodded: "The" dark dream poison "in your body has entered your lungs, and ordinary external forces can only temporarily suppress it, not a long-term plan."

Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "Is there a way to Wuxiang Temple?"

Duan Qingdao: "It is not Wuxiang Temple, it is this martial arts meeting."

The martial arts meeting will gather many people who don't know how to teach the three religions and the ninth class on the rivers and lakes. Among them, the talents and talents are unknown. Instead of spending a lot of time waiting for the rest of your life to pass, it is better to seize every opportunity to fight.

Ye Fusheng understood what he meant and said, "Thank you, Master and Mother, for reminding me."

"This martial arts meeting will definitely not be simple, and you need to be cautious." After a pause, Duan Qing said, "Now you have a gully, you don't need to talk about everything in this matter. This time I will let Elder Duanheng take you. "

Ye Fusheng stunned: "Sister, don't you go?"

Duan Qing's eyes dimmed: "Internal power is about to break through the bottleneck, and I will retreat for a few days."

Ye Fusheng was a little curious. Counting this reunion, he was the second time he saw Duan Qing using martial arts from an early age. Although he didn't know what the realm was, he was still able to dump himself several streets.

However, now Ye Fusheng is not as good as Gu Xiao at that time. Although he has passed his young age, there are few people who are martial artists. Ye Fusheng can be confident that he will not lose to Gu Lufang, but he is still curious about the clearness that has never been obvious.

not to mention……

Ye Fusheng's gaze turned around Duan Qing, from frost-covered white hair to a straight bamboo shape, and even his face was as handsome as a man in his early thirties, and he never saw the old look.

But when Gu Xiao started to take notes, Duan Qing was like this.

Twenty years have passed, he has grown from a short child to a tall man, but Duan Qing is still as usual. The years seem to have solidified on this person. There is no trace of time except the hair with frost and snow. .

However, how can there be immortal people in the world?

Ye Fusheng thought to himself, and also had movements in his hand. He saluted and said, "Speaking of that, I'm so old. I haven't been asked by the teacher and mother once.

His hippie smiled, and the meaning of the fight was both inside and outside, and Duan Qingdao glanced at it, accurate.

Duan Qing nodded his head, Ye Fusheng stepped on his feet, and then came out like Jinghong's water, Jinghong's waist was suddenly out of the sheath, the aftertone was still shaking, and the blade was already in front of him.

His knife was extremely fast, especially when Duanqing tried to stop his hand, and then the force came out again. The blade turned with his wrist, just like stepping on the aquatic wave, and the three-style virtual move was swayed momentarily. The strange machine changes, and even Duanqing is too late to stop.

Jinghong's pulse is more important than quickness, ingenuity, and flexibility. In these years, Ye Fusheng has been familiar with these eight words between life and death, but he can't let go of his knot, and his hands and feet are naturally dragged down.

Gu Biaofang's entry into the earth is as safe as covering up his half-length burdens with the loess. Now he is light-hearted and fast, and the blade is like an arm in his hand. The same trick "Feixu" is now unfolding. .

This knife was like a breeze to send flying catkins, floating indifferently, but it was just right to avoid the opponent's back defense, and it was almost cut into flesh.

The world's martial arts can only be indestructible and fast, and Ye Fusheng can climb the peak of "fast", which is the ultimate way.

Duan Qing's eyes flashed a sigh of relief very quickly. His foot was wrong and his body shifted to the left. Jinghong knife almost wiped his shoulder and Ye Fusheng moved next with his knife, turning the knife, and in seven blinks meet.

He even produced seven knives, hacking and piercing. The strange thing is that Duan Qingming was walking between the blades, and the speed was not too fast, but the blade seemed to be stuck with invisible energy, and he always shifted away.

Ye Fusheng's eyes were quick, and he saw that Duanqing wasn't really doing it now, but was using his strength to use his knife to reverse the movement of the body and firmly grasp the battle between the square inches.

He was stretched out by Duan Qing, and his body took three steps forward involuntarily. He saw Duan Qing returning his hand to the chest, and Ye Fusheng's left hand caught up. With the palms of hands, Ye Fusheng only felt that his finger strength had been removed by this palm, but he also seized the escape gap and took five steps back with his strength. His right foot was wrong on the ground and his waist suddenly turned. "Dragon" swept out.

"Yulong" has a strong sword, sweeping a thousand troops, and Duanqing does not resist him. His body flew backwards, and Yu Xiao from the waist started. Landed firmly on Jinghong Dao.

When the hand sank, Ye Fusheng's shock force began to clear, and he saw that the body of Baifa Daochang turned in the air, his upper body was down, and the jade flute in his hand was also straight down, stabbing him in heaven!

Yu Xiao has no front, but he has a sharp cut, if Duan Qing is holding a sword, Ye Fusheng knows that this must be a deadly way.

He didn't dare to carry it hard, slipped out like a fish, and waited for his body to stand upright. In his hand, he saw eight swords in succession, so fast that he seemed to combine the eight strokes into one.

It seemed as though the violent wind and the rain came down instantly, no one was clear, no one was everywhere.

The number of martial arts methods of Duanqing currently seems to be in the wind of Zhengzheng. No matter the fists, swords, and swords, it is clear and intentional, and Ye Fusheng took the fast and strange road with Jinghong Jue, which can be described as " It is a typical example of "unexpectedly attacking its inadequateness".

But seeing that the blade is like thunder and lightning, Duan Qing is still unhurried.

People who practice martial arts are most anxious to be impetuous, but these slow and impetuous people have to rely on time to wash. Ye Fusheng has just entered this age, and Duanqing has already passed this period of time.

He practiced "Promise" in his youth. For more than ten years, Jianghu had worn a lot of arrogant bones and fleshed out. There was nothing left but the strength of the bones. Later, the rivers and lakes went deep into the mountains, and the spring flowers, autumn months, and summer and winter snow gradually faded in the eyes. To this day, everything is like a sea of ​​ephemera, let alone winning or losing.

Victory and defeat are not counted in the heart, so that the heart can't be hindered and the invincible can only be achieved.

Ye Fusheng did achieve "Jiao Ruo You Long, Pian Ruo Hong Hong", but this is not enough.

The eight swords came out almost instantaneously, and the last one was "thunderbolt", which came first, but the jade flute in Duan Qing's hand was only one style.

This should be a one-shot sword, but it seems not.

The simple one, only when the blade has cut a light red line, but it seems that the water bypasses the Qifeng Mountains, it pierces through the gap of the eight knives, without any touch.

According to Ye Fusheng's eyesight, this style is not very fast. He can see the trajectory change from Yu Xiao's lifting to bullying, and he can also see a cold light flowing in Duan Qing's eyes.

As if a hand touched his throat gently, Ye Fusheng couldn't escape.

It is not that Yu Xiao permeates human nature, but that this trick can make a person isolated into a sword.

His tremendous surviving power was not exhausted, and Yu Xiao was already on his throat.

Softly, without any effort.

Ke Ye was born with a cold behind him, and his forehead had soaked in cold sweat.

Duanqing didn't use internal force in this style, he didn't even feel the slightest pain, but at this moment he sensed the bone murderous, not against himself, but the inherent killer of this style.

Simplify the complex and return to the original, but avoid the inevitable.

For a time, in the bamboo forest, silently, until Duanqing withdrew Yu Xiao, Ye Fusheng woke up like a dream and returned to the sheath.

There was a thin red mark on the side of Duanqing's neck. Ye Fusheng took hold of the inch and only broke the epidermis. Even the blood beads only leached out a little. "

Ye Fusheng looked at him, and his tone was low: "Sister-in-law just made a better move."

"I'm just taking advantage of my age. After all, I'm not as good as you." Duan Qing looked at him. "The name of Jinghong is in your hands."

Ye Fusheng said: "The disciples will not let their expectations go."

"That's it, you go back and pack your clothes." Duan Qing nodded, "Turn left when you leave the bamboo forest and you will see the **** courtyard."

Ye Fusheng heard that he had other business meanings, and did not talk much. He paid a courtesy to Duan Qing and went to the **** courtyard.

Duan Qing watched him go away in the same place, and then turned to go the opposite path.

The road became more remote and barren, and Duanqing also walked slowly. It took about two quarters of a minute to stand in front of a mountain wall.

This is a huge stone door, which weighs no more than a catty. Duanqing reached out his hand and pressed the slightly raised stone brick, and the door slowly lifted upward.

Inside was a very spacious cave. Duanqing found out the flame and lit the lamp on the wall before dispersing the dark color to illuminate a small stone tablet in the cave.

The above are also the four words engraved by Jian Qining, but the age is longer. The stroke has begun to blur, and it is vaguely seen as "the endless sea."

However, on the stone inscription, there were blood stains that had turned black and dry, and a few messy blood handprints. Upon closer inspection, they all came from the hands of one person.

Duan Qing didn't look at the stele, he just walked inside, and finally came to a rather tightly built stone room.

Compared with his residence in the **** courtyard, it is more like a personal place. Stone beds, tables, chairs, clothes and quilts are all there, but there is a thin layer of gray, which seems to have not lived for more than a month Outstanding.

Duan Qing brushed off the wide cloth covering the stone bed, meditated cross-legged, closed his eyes, silently calming his inner breath.

It took a long time before he opened his eyes, and his already unpopular face was a bit colder.

Fingers touched Yu Xiao in the waist, and he felt a slight crack. He looked at it for a while under the light, and then a soft color slowly appeared in the cold and merciless eyes.

This is a mark that was cut by the blade, leaving three to seven, no more than one point, no less than one cent, just right.

Although Duan Qingfang's style is not unparalleled in the world, he hasn't met his opponent in a long time.

He put the jade flute down, reached into his arms and fumbled, and took out a purse.

There are two peaches embroidered on the purse. The smaller ones on the left have coarse stitches; the larger ones on the right are delicate and picturesque.

If you look closely, you can tell that it is a person's handwriting. It is just that the skill is different. It should be the work of the embroiderer at different times.

He opened the purse, which contained a few pieces of broken jade.

Duan Qing patiently put together the broken jade a little bit, and then made up a whole piece of round jade. Then he opened his mouth, his voice was soft, and his tone was slightly warm: "He is not what he used to be. , It was a relief. "