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Day 4.

Su Qiannian walked out of the wing, his eyes were moist, but he was also a little dazzling, and some passing miscellaneous Taoists glanced at it, as if even their hearts were about to be swallowed up.

There is no need to think about it, they also know that the cultivation skills of this quasi-Zhang Feng disciple are afraid that they have deepened again.

This is also Su Qinian's recent breakthrough, Yu has not yet grasped the harmony of spiritual power, and it will take a few days and months to polish.

Before he walked to the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian heard the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air from the martial arts arena in front of the hall, and from a distance, he saw the young Jinggu bare strong forearms, holding a four-foot-long back knife, sweating like rain, practicing knife skills one by one.

Speaking of which, the most excited person in Qingyang Palace these days belongs to this young Jingzi uncle, because Su Qinian no longer rejects him, and begins to instruct him from time to time to practice his sword practice, now, he has to practice a non-streamed sword technique every day, and choose a other non-streamed martial arts to comprehend and learn from, although it is only three days, Jinggu clearly feels that his sword technique is a big step forward compared to three days ago, and he can reach the state of integration in the basic knife technique.

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Su Qinian is going down the mountain.

The fat man had a bitter face, he also wanted to go down the mountain, but firstly, he was a native of the mountain village not far from the foot of Wudang Mountain, and secondly, the one in the Yuanshen World of Qingyang Palace said before that he was not allowed to go down the mountain within a year, and he had to enter it every ten days, take the school to practice, and polish his martial arts.

This made him very angry, because for Yu Qingyu and Su Qinian, there were no such rules.

Before leaving, the fat man almost gritted his teeth and took out two jars of aged wine from the cellar. Su Qinian patted the mud, drank a few sips, and finally patted the fat man on the shoulder, said nothing, and turned around and left the palace.

In the spring of March, there is an indescribable fragrance in the air.

Su Qi went down to Qingyang Peak in the year. Walking on the Wudang Mountain Road, he pondered for a long time, wanting to go to Hailing Prefecture in Jianghuai Province first.

The Beihai frontier is too far away, and the border garrison is important, with his current cultivation and identity, he can't change anything, he can only slowly figure it out.

As for Chang'an City, the heavens are heavy. Unless it is issued by holy decree, no one can trespass, and there will be no forgiveness for violators.

Not to mention the land of the capital, there are too many masters, above the rivers and lakes and temples, various forces are intertwined, and the undercurrents are surging, and they are not knowing the enemy or me. Breaking in rashly will only cost you your life.

There is only Hailing Prefecture in Jianghuai Province, which is the ancestral residence of the relatives of Sufu. Su Qinian was worried about his grandparents, his parents and four elders, and now there are only three people left, because of the disaster in Sufu, although he has not been connected with the nine clans, he has also been seated. They were deprived of their few lands and reduced to the most miserable and helpless civilians.

The third old age is already old, and the land is deprived again, even if the family has some inventory and a small amount of savings. It is also difficult for Su Qinian to imagine, after all, a few months have passed, no matter what, he must first fix the safety of the three elders before he can have no distractions, otherwise even if he has completed his merits, he will eventually leave regrets.

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"Lazy donkey, you hurry up, go down the mountain to eat wine and buy braised pork, I ordered sandalwood, don't look back......"

On the mountain road, after walking for a while, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, and saw a young Taoist priest, who looked about the age of a weak crown, was sitting on the side of a donkey who looked fat and had big ears and shiny black hair, and went down the mountain leisurely.

The donkey walked very slowly, and although the young Taoist priest urged, he did not move, and was soon caught up by Su Qinian.

Disciple in the room!

Su Qinian saw that the other party was dressed in a pure white robe, not dusty, and his black hair was scattered, which was not messy, but gave birth to a bit of fairy wind and bones.

The two staggered by, and the young Taoist priest glanced at Su Qinian, patted the lazy donkey under him, and smiled helplessly.

"Senior Brother Qinglian!"

Walking dozens of feet away, Su Qinian caught the voice, this is a disciple of the outer courtyard walking in the mountain saluting respectfully.

Senior Brother Zhangfeng?

Su Qinian was a little surprised, this young Taoist priest who looked unruly was actually a senior brother of Yifeng, a disciple of Zhangfeng.

Qinglian Dao people!

Su Qinian seems to have heard a little, speaking of which, now he is out of the crime, "Turtle and Snake Gong" has practiced to the ninth layer, and he is already a disciple of the official entry, and the deacon of the ceremonial hall recently sent a life card branded by a top Yuan Shen figure, so that he drip blood to engrave his name, which is regarded as leaving a mark.

And this generation of Qing, Jing, Ning, and the four generations, according to the generation, if Su Qiannian is the number of the road, it should be the word Qingnian.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

After unraveling the sword stone, Su Qinian stopped, looking at the knife body that was obliquely inserted on the ground, four feet long, and full of mottled rust, for many disciples of Wudang, and even deacons, protectors, and elders, this knife is a mystery, I don't know how long it has existed, but even if it is the top primordial god figures of the past dynasties, someone has never been able to pull out the knife, and no one has done it to destroy it.

Su Qinian always felt that this knife was a little strange, every time he saw this knife, he always had some different feelings, these feelings came out of nowhere, which made him a little vigilant, but fortunately there was no change so far, he took one last look at the sword stone and walked by.

Descended.

Leaving the martial arts boundary, Su Qinian was light, which was a feeling that he had never felt in Chang'an City, it turned out that for people, freedom is so precious.

Jianghuai Road and Hubei Road are separated by a Jiangnan Province, and only by crossing a number of states can you enter the territory of Jianghuai Road.

Su Qinian's footsteps were very fast, but he arrived at the boundary of Yunyang County in half an hour.

Qingshan Town, Jiuligang Hu Mansion, he and the old man Hu talked for a long time, the Hu family took the business route, attached to the Ling family in Yunyang County, according to the old man, the Ling family has a business route opened up is the bitter cold land of the north of northern Xinjiang, so he will inquire about the news of the life and death of the eldest brother Su Qiming, whether it is successful or not, a year later, he will go to the north of Xinjiang in person, and this year, he will try his best to improve himself, in order to really gain a foothold in this troubled world.

declined Old Man Hu's send-off, and Su Qinian walked out of Jiuligang alone.

After traveling less than ten miles, in a rocky place on the outskirts, Su Qinian stopped, and his eyes became cold.

After a few breaths, more than a dozen figures flashed, and they surrounded him and locked him in the center.

More than ten people, one by one, covered their faces with black cloth, and wore night clothes, even if it was a blue sky and white day, they were unwilling to show their faces.

"I'm curious which one of the Qiankun arsenals is so anxious. Su Qinian said coldly.

"The dead don't need to know. ”

A man in black at the head said coldly: "Do it!"

He didn't want to delay at all, he didn't talk nonsense with Su Qiannian, more than ten people flashed, and they rushed towards Su Qinian, the sword light Huo Huo, the sword road was fierce and ruthless, the inner family was really full of anger, the air was like a cracked silk, and it was cut to pieces in an instant.

More than ten people, all of them are third-rate masters who have practiced the true qi of the inner family, and Su Qinian's spiritual power induction, the one headed by the person has the highest cultivation, not under the ancient moon dust of that day, the twelve canons have already penetrated a full eleven, only one is missing, and the true qi of the inner family can be like a hungry tiger jumping into the stream, stepping into the realm of third-rate Xiaocheng.

Su Qinian closed his eyes and opened them again.

The more than ten black-clothed people stopped in horror, because at this time, the world in front of them changed, and the figure belonging to Su Qinian disappeared, and they came to a cliff ten thousand feet high.

The wind and clouds all around him, a few steps back is the abyss, and in an instant, everyone is a little creepy, which is really a bit unbelievable.

"No! This is an illusion! Everyone keep their minds, spiritual martial arts! This son has a spiritual martial art!"

The black-clothed man led by him quickly reacted, and the eyes of more than ten people quickly became solid, and their murderous aura overflowed, wanting to expel the illusion in front of them.

After a few breaths, the illusion is not extinguished, and there is not even a little wrinkle, but there is a faint sound of knife sound, only to see in mid-air, there are dozens of long knives from the void to the real, the knife light is like snow, the edge is exposed, even if it is more than ten zhang apart, it also makes the body cold.

"It's all illusions! The realm is born from the heart, as long as the killing intent is solidified, all illusions will be destroyed!"

The black-clothed man led by him drank violently, but the next moment, nearly a hundred long knives were in the air, and the sword light was like a storm, instantly overwhelming everyone.

Poof!

There were blood splashes, warm blood fell on his face, and the man in black who was the leader was dumbfounded, watching a long knife pierce his companion's head, but then, he laughed, sure enough, everything was illusory, he was still alive, and there was no scar at all.

The next moment, the world in front of him seemed to ripple on the surface of the lake, and he saw the craggy rocks again, and the illusion was shattered, and he returned to the present world.

"Impossible!"

However, as soon as he turned his eyes, he drank in horror, because the stones were stained with blood, and more than a dozen companions still did not get up, and there was blood gurgling, flowing down the wound, slowly staining the mud red.

Could it be that he is still in a fantasy world?

As soon as he had such a thought, in an instant, Su Qinian's figure turned from virtual to real, appeared in front of him, and an index finger fell, crowding the entire world in front of him.

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In the rocky field.

Su Qinian looked at the corpses all around, his eyes were cold, "Ecstasy Dafa" has reached the fourth level, his spiritual power has been condensed, and he has initially explored the threshold of interfering in the present world, and the soul deterrent technique deters the spirit of enslavement, and then leads the edge of the knife, integrates into the long knife turned into the spirit, and kills people in the illusion, it is no longer just talking.

His eyes fell on the black-clothed man in front of him again, Su Qinian ripped off his face scarf, and a strange middle-aged face was full of old scars, and he couldn't make out his face.

couldn't help but gasp, Su Qiannian flicked his sleeves again, and with a shock of mixed energy, the black cloth on the faces of more than ten black-clothed people fell off, without exception, all of them. (Ask for a monthly pass, genuine subscription support, thank you for the support of the brothers and sisters of the newly established Wumeng, ten steps will continue to work hard.) (To be continued.) )