Three years later!

Qingcheng Mountain!

In a quiet courtyard, I saw a young man practicing his sword in the morning breeze. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, it was late autumn, and the morning air was especially cold, but the young man was only covered with a cyan robe, and it was a little loose and not very fit.

It turned out that this young man was a little Taoist, he was thin and small, and his age looked like he was about thirteen or fourteen years old, as for what the young man's facial features looked like, he couldn't see it at this time, because, at this moment, his whole person was shrouded in a layer of dazzling sword light, which made it difficult for people to see clearly for a while.

His movements are very agile, every move and style makes the tiger mighty, quite subtle, I can't see that he has a deep attainment in swordsmanship at a young age.

"Whew-"

After a long while, a set of swordsmanship exercises finally ended, and the young man put away his sword and stood up, exhaling a long white breath.

"Bai'er, today, your swordsmanship seems to have improved again!"

I don't know when, a middle-aged Taoist chief appeared in the courtyard, with a medium build, his waist was straight as a pine, wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding a whisk, his eyes were like a starry sky, extremely deep, his eyes were staring at the little Taoist priest at this time, and he said with a kind face.

When the little Taoist priest heard this, he turned around, and when he saw the Taoist chief, his face suddenly showed joy, and he exclaimed: "Master, it's your old man, morning, the apprentice is here to greet you." With that, he bowed deeply to the Taoist chief and made a big bow.

"Okay......" The Taoist nodded and beckoned to the little Taoist priest again, "Apprentice, the teacher has something to tell you today, so come and sit here first!"

"Yes, Master!" the little Taoist priest replied.

So, I saw two Taoist priests, one old and one young, walking to a thousand-year-old pine tree in the courtyard, each choosing a stone bench and sitting down.

After sitting down, the little Taoist priest opened his mouth first and asked, "Master, do you have anything to tell your disciples today?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, and said, "Apprentice, you have been in my Qingcheng faction for three years, right?"

The little Taoist priest counted for a while and said, "It's been three years and one month since I returned to Master." ”

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Haha, good apprentice, your memory is good......

The little Taoist priest's expression suddenly darkened, and he said with some sadness: "Master, it's not that the disciple has a good memory...... It's really ...... I...... My father and my mother, they died so miserably, the scene of that night, I am afraid that I will never forget it in my life...... Also, at the most despondent and helpless moment of the apprentice, it was your old man who took me in, Master, and this kindness will never be forgotten in the apprentice's life. ”

The old Taoist priest nodded and said: "Disciple, the righteous people of my generation should have clear grievances, there is kindness to repay kindness, there is revenge to revenge, you can not remember this little kindness to you for the teacher, but the enmity of your parents is greater than the sky, you can't ignore it......"

The little Taoist priest pondered for a while and said: "A teacher for one day, a father for life, Master, your kindness, the apprentice will never forget, and the blood feud of the parents, the apprentice must always remember it, and never forget it...... By the way, Master, the eighteen swords of Qingcheng that you taught me are already all in use, can I go out to take revenge?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, apprentice, now you are still young, although your martial arts have a certain degree of fire, but compared with the strength of the enemy, there is a difference between cloud and mud, and the difference is too far...... If you want to take revenge, I'm afraid you will have to practice for twenty or thirty years, hey......"

"Huh?" the little Taoist priest exclaimed unwillingly, "Twenty or thirty years is so long, is it too long...... Master, do you have any tricks that can defeat the enemy and win, please teach them to your disciples. ”

The old Taoist priest shook his head again and said: "Apprentice, there is nothing to hide as a teacher, the skills that the master will know are basically taught to you, what you lack now is just fire, and the rest depends on your own hard practice." ”

The little Taoist priest suddenly asked, "Master, the apprentice has a question, I don't know if to ask?"

The old Taoist priest said, "What is the problem?

The little Taoist priest said: "Master, you are the head of the three masters of Qingcheng, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, you are also one of the few top masters, I want to know, with your martial arts, can you defeat the Spirit Fox Snake Jun?"

The Qingcheng faction originally had three peerless masters, namely Long Daozi, Wan Guzi and Qingguangzi, of which Qingguangzi was the master of a faction, and his cultivation was the first of the three.

However, since Long Daozi and Wan Guzi died one after another three years ago, there is only one Qingguangzi left in the Qingcheng faction.

It turned out that the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him who was not good-looking was the famous first master and head of the Qingcheng faction on the rivers and lakes - Qingguangzi.

And this little Taoist priest, he is none other than Yue Feilong, the only son of Yue Feilong of Mobei Feilong Villa - Yue Qiubai.

It turned out that three years ago, after Yue Qiubai was thrown into a deep well by his father, he did not die, at that time, he was invaded by the cold well water, and he woke up leisurely, but his consciousness was not fully recovered, and vaguely, he could hear the sound of fierce fighting, so he didn't dare to shout.

After a long while, I suddenly heard a cold voice shouting: "Yue Feilong, your relatives and friends are all dead, what's the point of being alive alone? The old man will kindly send you down to be their companion......

Then, there was a miserable scream, it was an extremely familiar voice, it was his father Yue Feilong's, and this scream together deeply stimulated Yue Qiubai's consciousness, making his eyes black and unconscious again.

I don't know how long it took, Yue Qiubai woke up again.

After waking up, he desperately wanted to climb out of the well, wanting to see the remains of his parents, but the well was too deep, but how could he climb up?

Stuck deep in the well, there was nothing to drink or eat, Yue Qiubai supported three days and three nights with his tenacious desire to survive.

It wasn't until the fourth day, if it weren't for the fact that Qingguangzi happened to pass by and happened to find a faint cry for help from the well, so he got him up, otherwise, I'm afraid, he would have already returned to dust and dust by now.

After coming up, Yue Qiubai found that the entire Feilong Villa had become a lifeless purgatory, except for a few piles of white bones, not a single little mouse had been found, and he couldn't tell that the pile of bones belonged to his father and that pile of bones belonged to his mother, so he had to collect them all and bury them together.

It can be said that Yue Qiubai was unlucky, in one day, his parents died and he became an orphan, but at the same time, he was also lucky to meet Qingguangzi in time and met a good master, so he didn't have to fall into the sea of suffering in Hongchen.

In order to take revenge, during the three years of the Qingcheng faction, Yue Qiubai has been practicing martial arts very hard.

His comprehension is not bad, and his roots are not bad, so he has basically mastered the palm, fist, swordsmanship, and knife skills of the Qingcheng faction in just three years, and even learned the Zhencheng faction's mastery - Qingcheng Eighteen Absolute Swords.