"Ninth sister, is your martial arts improving quickly?" A beautiful and graceful voice sounded in the cold ice room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Boom! Hearing this voice, a trace of surprise immediately crossed Murong Jiumei's face, she withdrew the sword in her hand and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

A graceful and luxurious, extremely beautiful face, but there is a bit of naughty color between her eyebrows, obviously she was also a naughty character when she was young, and the young woman didn't know when she had come to this ice room, and she was looking at Murong Jiumei with a smile at this time.

"Ninth sister to meet the master." When Murong Jiu Mei saw this young woman, she saluted respectfully.

The young woman smiled and said, "Ninth sister, your Qingfeng Thirteen Style has been practiced well, and you already have the essence of being a teacher." ”

When Murong Jiu Mei heard this, I saw a hint of surprise flash on her pitiful face, and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Ninth Sister still has a lot to learn!" ”

Murong Jiumei said her true words.

Originally, she always thought that she would definitely be able to become the most outstanding figure in the rivers and lakes one day, and even surpass the Shifting Flower Palace Lord and Yan Nantian, who had been worshiped as gods by the people in the martial arts, but all this pride was shattered after meeting the master in front of her who didn't even know his name until now.

In Murong Jiumei's memory, even her father Murong Xuan's martial arts may not be able to beat the mysterious master in front of her, but according to the master's words, looking at the martial arts, her martial arts can't even be called the top three. This can't help but make Murong Jiumei let go of her unbelievable pride.

The young woman's jade hand raised lightly: "Ninth sister, your martial arts have improved very quickly, but you have taken the wrong path. ”

"Gone the wrong way? Why, please ask the master for advice. Murong Jiu asked puzzled.

The young woman said, "Do you know the essence of this Qingfeng Thirteen Styles? ”

"I don't know, please teach the master." Murong Jiu said depressedly.

She doesn't understand where she took the wrong path, isn't the swordsmanship, isn't it just the pursuit of the sharp and changeable sword moves, and the sword moves are used to match the sword qi? Why is it that in the mouth of the master, his now small Qingfeng Thirteen Style has gone astray?

The young woman said solemnly: "The Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng are swordsmanship created based on no moves. Although it has a trick, in fact there is no trick, once it is used, it is just 'seems to be there'. It seems to be real and virtual, and it seems to have not changed'Supreme Kendo. Like an antelope hanging on its horns, there is no trace to be found, and others can't figure out the sword path and moves of the person who made the sword. This is the essence of the Breeze Thirteen Styles, if you can't understand the Breeze Thirteen Styles, the moves must be like a breeze blowing on your face. If there is no trace of the truth, you will not be able to practice this Qingfeng Thirteen Style. ”

"No tricks?" Murong Jiu wondered, "But, master, no trick to win is just a legend on the rivers and lakes, how can it really exist?" ”

A trace of horror crossed the young woman's face and said, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean that this really doesn't exist." ”

Murong Jiu looked at his master's unkind face, knowing that most of his master had remembered some old things, and immediately asked boldly: "Master, is there really such a peerless swordsman in today's martial arts who has no tricks to win?" ”

The young woman is already caught up in the memories of the past. Hearing Murong Jiu's words, he subconsciously replied, "Of course there is, it is a peerless divine sword with great heavenly might...... Presumptuous, that's not something you should be in a relationship with! ”

Halfway through her words, the young woman had already come back to her senses, turned around, looked at Murong Jiu, and shouted.

Murong Jiu secretly felt pity in his heart, this was the first time that this master had leaked his mouth in front of her, but it was a pity that he still couldn't know the true identity of this master. Excuse the sin: "The apprentice is presumptuous, please forgive the master." ”

Boom! The young woman's jade hand was lightly raised, and Murong Jiu only felt that his wrist was numb, and then. The sword in her hand had already fallen into the young woman's hand. The young woman made a face and said coldly: "As a teacher, I will perform this Qingfeng Thirteen Styles for you again today, and you can watch it yourself." ”

"Yes, master." Murong Jiu covered his aching wrist and replied.

Recite!

The same sword technique reappeared in the ice room.

It's just that it's different from the Breeze Thirteen Styles that Murong Jiu cast. The one-sided pursuit of moves is sharp and changeable. The Thirteen Styles of Breeze performed by this young woman can be said to be a true co-authoring of the twelve-character mantra of "Seems to be nothing, seems to be real and virtual, and seems to have not changed".

Although it seems to be ordinary, like a breeze blowing on the face, there is no trace to be found, and there is no half of power, but I believe that if someone fights this young woman now, then nine out of ten masters in the martial arts of the world will die under her Qingfeng Thirteen Style, which does not seem to have any power!

Recite! After finishing a set of swordsmanship, the young woman slowly withdrew her sword, and the sword let out a crisp sword sound.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! ……

As the young woman slowly finished her work, there was a sound of powder falling in this ice room. On the walls around that, the hard ice cubes had been broken by the sword qi for some time, and five large characters protruding slowly appeared on the ice walls: Qingfeng Thirteen Style!

"Master!" Murong Jiu opened his mouth wide, and it seemed that he had stuffed an egg into it, and there was no problem at all, and he shouted in shock.

Sword qi emanated from the sword, which, in Murong Jiu's opinion, was really nothing strange. Because she was able to do this, but after the sword qi was unsheathed, she was able to control the sword qi so accurately, and used the sword qi to write a few words on the ice wall.

In this process, the sword spectrum that was originally hanging on the ice wall has not been damaged, which is really too powerful in Murong Jiu's opinion! This control and the deep internal force behind it are really terrifying.

The young woman threw the sword in her hand back to Murong Jiu, and said, "This is the real Qingfeng Thirteen Style, do you understand it now?" ”

Murong Jiu looked at the young woman eagerly and said, "Master, you must teach me this hand." ”

The young woman said: "You can learn these things yourself, the teacher has already condensed the sword intent of every move and every style of the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles in these five words, and as for the tricks, I have already taught you." As long as you are willing to work hard, it will not be a problem to truly practice this Qingfeng Thirteen Style. ”

"Thank you, master." Murong Jiu was overjoyed.

"Haha!" A crisp laugh echoed through the cold ice chamber again. When the laughter just sounded, Murong Jiu just lowered her head, and by the time she raised her head, the laughter had stopped. It's just that, as the laughter fell, it disappeared along with the figure of her master.

"Hmm!" At night, in this courtyard, in the room arranged for Gu Xiao.

Gu Xiao was asleep, just a slippery **** delicate body, but he didn't know when he got into his bed. Gu Xiao woke up from his sleep, hugged the delicate body with his backhand, and then pressed it under him.

"I want it!" The woman under Gu Xiao said coquettishly.

Gu Xiao began to kiss this woman in the dark, and his hands groped on this moving carcass, and asked as he groped, "What you want to do is done?" ”

"Of course, as soon as that's done, people will come to you." The woman's charming backhand hugged Gu Xiao and said emotionally.

"Hehe, you're really a little ****!"

"Then do you like the little ****?"

"What do you say?"

There was a sound of undressing, and in a short time there was a red-faced moan in the dark room. (To be continued.) )

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