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The prison is cold and cold, and Su Qinian thinks of his mother Su, although he also practiced two layers of "Galloping Horse" in his early years, but he was born in a poor family, and he lost his work very early.

Although he was bitter at this time, the Qingyang Palace was broken and overgrown, but compared to his eldest brother Su Qiming, who was in the Beihai cannon fodder camp at this time, and his parents who did not see the sun and moon in the prison, he was too much more comfortable.

Su Qinian's heart was uneasy, looking at the fragrant roe deer on the bonfire, the only little appetite dissipated.

Get up, find a broken offering table, take out the missing inkstone and rabbit pen brought from the valley, and boil a puff of snow water with a clay pot, leaving only a handful of knotted rabbit hair to bubble open.

Fill with water and grind ink.

There is no ink fragrance, the inferior ink strip is only the size of the little finger, and the impurities are speckled, Su Qinian lifted the pen, dotted the ink, and spread out a piece of burnt hemp paper in front of him.

An old Eight Immortals table, a few pairs of chopsticks, a wine jug, a few plates of dumplings, and four figures.

Sketched with pen and ink, with a few strokes, Su Qinian suddenly sighed and gave up.

Sitting down again, Su Qinian watched the snowflakes flying outside the hall, the cold wind blew in through the broken windows, whining like a ghost crying.

The bonfire swayed, and the roasted golden roe deer gradually blackened and burned to ashes.

In the end, Su Qiannian closed his eyes and put the knife in front of his knees, he calmed down, and calmed down his restless mood on the edge of calming.

I don't know how long it took, Su Qinian felt something, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a back like snow, which was even colder than this winter.

"Liu Qingciao. Su Qinian spoke.

In front of the broken offering table, the lord of Hanyang swept over the half of the fragment, and slowly turned around, like the green silk rippling of the waterfall, the green luan hairpin was very simple, but there was a strange grace when it fell into it.

Rumo Yu's lacquered eyes fell on Su Qinian, Liu Qingcian nodded, and said: "I didn't expect it to be so fast, this Wudang "Turtle and Snake Gong", you have practiced to the seventh level of consummation, you speak so calmly, it seems that your mood has also grown greatly, most of them are settled, but why don't you paint this painting completely, your brush and ink are more refined, and your spirit has been transformed, it seems that you have experienced a lot in the past month or so." ”

Her tone was calm, there was a calmness that knew everything about it, Su Qinian looked at her eyes, not as sharp as more than a month ago, and became restrained and round, as if the seed jade had been polished off all the edges and corners for a thousand years.

Raising his eyebrows, Su Qiannian said: "Your "Dragon Gong" has been practiced to the eighth layer. ”

"The eyesight is good," Liu Qingcian snapped his fingers, his slender jade-like fingers knocked several times on the offering table, frowned slightly, and said, "One-third of the heart of time has not yet awakened." ”

She spoke firmly, not asking, but as if she were stating a fact.

Su Qiannian didn't doubt it, because he knew that the heart of one-third of the time of the lord of Hanyang had already awakened, and all kinds of gods were unfathomable, even this instantaneous movement was terrifying, which could be called life-saving, perhaps because of the lack of cultivation, if he did not end up with him who also had a one-third of the heart of time, he could only teleport a few feet at most, and once he encountered a life and death crisis, as long as the two of them were not in the same place, unless the opponent's instantaneous killing surpassed the spirit and thoughts, then it would be impossible to kill them all.

Regarding whether he awakens the heart of time, not only Liu Qingchan, but that one will most likely feel it even if he is far away.

"It seems that you have to try to advance to the eighth layer of the Turtle and Snake Gong, maybe you can gain something. ”

Liu Qingcian said, her eyes were very bright, and she showed a little playfulness, and said: "The inheritance of Qingyang Peak, I don't know which martial arts you get, "Qingyang Sword"? or "Qianli Yuan Hengbu"? or "Thunder Palm" ......"

"The Knife of Death". ”

"The Knife of Death?"

This Hanyang county lord rarely showed a bit of caution and condensation, her nose was like jade, even in the cold winter, she also exposed her small half of her small arms like condensation, and muttered: "Father commented on the martial arts of Qingyang Peak, although "Qingyang Sword" is ranked among the top, but the road ahead is determined, it is difficult to detach, "Qianli Yuan Hengbu" is too limited, "Thunder Palm" is just over easy to break, Yin and Yang Pass is difficult to understand, "Qingguang Demon Slashing Sword" is dangerous, and few people have supreme sword intent, only this "Retirement Knife" Although it is only first-class, there is no limit, you can enter the top, you can also touch the destiny of heaven, all in one thought. ”

Well?

Su Qiannian was a little surprised, that world-famous demon king actually had such a high evaluation, so it seems that for this sword technique, although he has feelings from various experiences in recent days, it may be extraordinary, but now it seems that he is still greatly underestimated.

Call!

Just as he was thinking about it, Liu Qingchan, the lord of Hanyang County, made a sudden move.

She took one step, like a dragon, a show punch was struck, domineering and abnormal, the wind whimpered like a dragon's roar, and gave birth to a violent explosion.

Dragon Fist!

This is the foundation building boxing method practiced by the women of the royal family, usually it is weaker than the fish and dragon boxing practiced by many princes, and the way of enslavement of the yin and yang imperial power, but in the hands of the only daughter of the demon king, it is even more domineering and abnormal, and the fist style is suffocating.

The air distorted, and there was no sound of horses' hooves, but an illusory red dragon shadow appeared behind it, densely covered with dragon scales, no horns, dragon claws with three toes, and an invisible majestic aura diffused.

Dragon Shadow!

Su Qinian's heart was shocked, all over the world, if the foundation building is different, only the royal family builds the foundation, on the occasion of the consummation of the seventh layer, the manifestation is not a fierce horse, nor is it a sweat and blood horse, because it contains the imperial spirit of the Son of Heaven, and there are many different dragon shadows in the present world.

And Su Qinian also heard Qing Yu say that the tenth layer of Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Gong", although few people have reached the three crazy Taoists in the past dynasties, there are some records in the historical records, when it reaches the ninth layer, Tianma gives birth to scales and horns, and turns into a dragon, and when it reaches the tenth layer, Jiaoma Nirvana, completely transformed, and becomes a dragon horse that runs rampant for nine days.

With this punch, Su Qinian felt a life-and-death crisis.

His hairs stood up all over his body, and a heavy wind pressure came to his face, the dragon was majestic, the emperor of heaven, this kind of boxing method was too domineering, even if it was just the royal family's foundation boxing method, but looking at the world, if it was subtle and great, it was by no means under the ordinary martial arts, or even better.

This is a punch force that far exceeds that of a sweaty BMW.

However, the next moment, Su Qiannian thought about it, but he resisted the urge to draw the knife, he raised his right arm, and an index finger fell towards the void in front of him, and his fingertips became red like blood jade, and the aura like a red glow spit out half an inch.

Pointing down, Liu Qingcicada sighed lightly, as if he saw a round of sunrise jumping out of the horizon, the sun shining on the earth, a lonely figure walking under the sunrise, he was covered with rain, dew and frost and snow, since the eternal night, began to look for light.

Bite!

The fists and fingers intersected, like gold beads falling on the jade plate, a crisp sound, and then there was a strong wind whistling and sweeping, not far away, the broken offering table was lifted away, the bonfire was shaken away, and the entire Qingyang Hall was gently shaken, and sawdust and dust fell.

As soon as the two exchanged blows, they separated for a few feet and stopped.

"What a subtle meaning. The county lord of Hanyang glanced at Su Qinian deeply, then withdrew his gaze and turned to walk, "I hope that next time, I can see your "Death Knife". ”

In front of the Qingyang Palace.

Liu Qingcian stopped her figure, she looked up at the sky, the snow breathed, the dark clouds tore a gap, the winter moon was like a cold jade, drilling out a corner of clear light.

After counting the interest.

"Su Bianxiu and his wife are fine. ”

The voice was very soft, Su Qinian was shocked, looking at the graceful one, but it seemed that some lonely backs gradually became transparent, until ten breaths later, completely turned into nothingness.

He couldn't see the figure with its back to him, and the corners of his mouth flashed into a vague smile.

After standing in a daze for a long time, Su Qinian shook his head with a wry smile, gathered his mind, he took a deep breath, and suddenly didn't know what to say, only quietly picked up the fallen offering table, picked up the falling remnants, and took one last look, and ignited a little residual fire and turned into ashes. (I'm very satisfied with the ten steps of this chapter.,Welcome to comment and guess.,Figure out the protagonist's mind.,If you like it, vote for recommendation.,Well,Collection.。 ）