With a little melancholy, Qian Qingjian walked out of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, the hillside outside the temple is no longer a human track, but the remaining grass and trees are lonely, and the birds are singing faintly, and the previous saber rattling is no longer there, and the murderous atmosphere is full.

The yellow horse with two axes was grazing on the hillside, and Qian Qingjian walked straight over and led it down the mountain.

This trip to Shaolin Temple is not in vain, I learned the bone shrinking skill and the wall swimming skill, and also formed a good relationship with the wine fighting monk, and it is time to be content.

It's nothing if we can't practice Jiuyang, we can also go to the sword mound outside Xiangyang City to find Dugu's defeat, and take the Xuantie heavy sword to practice the sword in the torrent! This idea always existed in Qian Qingjian's mind, so he didn't feel how much regret it was to miss the worship of the wine monk as a teacher.

Songshan to Nanyang is only 500 miles away, and Nanyang to Xiangyang is only more than 200 miles, which can be reached in a day or two. I went to Nanyang to deliver Zhuo Qianyue's letter first, and it was worthy of the smile of this peerless beauty.

Thinking of Zhuo Qianyue, Qian Qingjian always feels pity. It's a pity that he can't learn the two great magic skills on this beauty, Ling Bo Weibu has made it clear that he will not pass on the skills to outsiders, but to learn the remnants of the Northern Spiritual Skills, even if Zhuo Qianyue agrees with him to learn, he will first abolish the true skills on his body.

If it weren't for the words of the Fighting Wine Monk, he really wouldn't have been sure that the power he had gained from drinking the blood of the pit viper would be twenty years.

How many twenty years does his life have? He can't bear this strong internal force! Besides, even if he is willing, he has to use the method of grabbing milk to let Zhuo Qianyue suck up the internal force with the permission of Zhuo Qianyue, but what if Zhuo Qianyue finishes absorbing the internal force and kills people?

So this road is almost a dead end.

Now I can't care about a lot, let's take a step at a time, Qian Qingjian rode on a yellow horse and galloped all the way down the mountain.

Two hours later, it was already dusk, Qian Qingjian slowed down his horse's speed, but saw two people walking towards him on the official road, both of them were wearing three buns, dressed as neither male nor female, with fluttering sleeves and a long sword, which looked very similar to the dress of the seven sons of Quanzhen.

The two Taoist priests also saw Qian Qingjian from a distance, muttered a few words to each other, and at the same time drew their swords from behind them, and one of them shouted at Qian Qingjian: "Wuna Golden Dog, quickly dismount and die!"

At this time, Qian Qingjian's yellow horse had already arrived in front of the two Dao, he turned over and dismounted, and arched his hand: "The two Dao Masters are the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect? I am ......."

"Don't be verbose, take your life!" The first sword on the left was distracted and stabbed, which was the "Great River East Go" in the Quanzhen swordsmanship.

Qian Qingjian didn't want to make a feud with the Quanzhen Sect, because he had been kind to Wang Chuyi, and he was counting on Wang Chuyi to whitewash him, so he made a move to "retreat the horse" and retreated two feet, and the tip of the man's sword was already old half a foot in front of his chest.

"It's not a golden soldier below, it's just a ......"

"Don't talk nonsense with Daoye, look at the sword!" This Daoist didn't give Qian Qingjian a chance to distinguish at all, and he made progress under his feet, and it was another move of "goose walking oblique attack", and the sword stabbed Qian Qingjian's left rib.

This time, Qian Qingjian couldn't hold the fire, grandma is a bear, the little Taoist priest is so hot-tempered, don't you know how to write the word "underbeaten"? He shook suddenly, let the tip of the sword pass under his armpit, and then rushed forward half a step, with a move "Tianshan Flying", kicked on the chest of this Taoist, the Taoist was like a paper kite, flying backwards in the air, sliding Zhang Xu, fell to the ground, and could no longer move. On a face, the look of shock and pain was distorted, and it looked extremely ugly.

Seeing this scene, another Taoist priest couldn't help but be shocked, pulled his sword in front of him with a sword flower, and asked, "How can Your Excellency make me truly master the Fa?"

Qian Qingjian snorted coldly and said, "Now that I think about it, I am still not happy to say it! Being a bull nose is also so arrogant, I am really angry with Lao Tzu!" He scolded as he walked towards the Taoist who fell to the ground, how could he relieve his hatred with just one kick?

Seeing this, the sword-wielding Taoist immediately blocked in front of Qian Qingjian, and said: "This strong man, please calm his anger, teach Zhen Zhibing in the lower Quanzhen, it was Senior Brother Zhao Zhijing who offended the strong man just now, since the strong man can make Quanzhen martial arts, he should not be an outsider......"

"Fart! If it's someone else from the Quanzhen Sect, it's just that, you two, you don't have a good bird!" Before Qian Qingjian's words fell, he had already used a move "Humen Hand", and slapped his left palm on Zhen Zhibing's chest.

This "Humen Hand" is a move in the Quanzhen School's introductory palm technique, which was originally a false shot with the left palm, luring the opponent to dodge to the side, and the right palm followed closely behind to attack the enemy's chest, Zhen Zhibing naturally recognized this move, and did not move at the moment, only swirled his wrist and waved his sword, wanting to use a move "Dingyang Needle" to attack against each other.

However, Qian Qingjian doesn't care what kind of false moves he makes, since you don't know how to dodge, what does it matter if my left palm turns into a real move, and why do I use my right palm to achieve results? In an instant, his left palm suddenly exerted force, and it was already pressed to Zhen Zhibing's chest.

Zhen Zhibing was shocked, why didn't this golden soldier follow the routine? It was too late to dodge, so he could only turn his body sharply and take the palm with his right shoulder, only to hear a loud "bang", Zhen Zhibing was hit like a leather ball and rolled out.

In terms of internal strength, Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing and the like, it is less than ten years of work, and when it comes to the understanding of swordsmanship and palm moves, it is far from the profundity of Zhou Botong, Ma Yuqiu, and others.

Qian Qingjian didn't chase after Zhen Zhibing, who turned into a rolling gourd, and walked straight to Zhao Zhijing's side. Zhao Zhijing had just received that big kick, and he couldn't help himself. opened his mouth to scold but didn't dare, his tangled expression was very weird, Qian Qingjian ignored his expression, and flew up with another kick according to Zhao Zhijing's ass, "I'll let you call yourself Daoye!" Zhao Zhijing's body flew up again with this kick, sliding in the air for more than a foot, and before he landed, Qian Qingjian's next kick kicked up again, "I made you stink!"

This kick kicked Zhao Zhijing into the wheat field on the side of the road, and crushed a large area of grass seedlings in the rolling.

Qian Qingjian relieved his hatred a little, but he didn't want to enter the wheat field and step on the mud, so he turned around and went to find Zhen Zhibing. He thought to himself that if Zhen Zhibing was castrated in advance at this time, he would immediately become the mortal enemy of the Quanzhen Sect, and he would not be able to explain the motives of the eunuchs!

Although he has twenty years of skill now, he is not Qiu Chuji's opponent. The most important thing is that even if Zhen Zhibing is castrated, the future Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo will not give him any affection.

Seeing Zhen Zhibing lying on the ground with his shoulders covered, half of his body was so painful that he couldn't move, Qian Qingjian had an idea, reached out and clicked on Zhen Zhibing's acupoint, and began to pick up Zhen Zhibing's robe.

Zhen Zhibing didn't know what this Jin Bing wanted to do, but when his clothes were stripped naked, he suddenly remembered an extremely terrifying thing.

It turns out that like prisons, temples, and the army, in a world like the Quanzhen Sect, where only men exist, there are occasional incidents of popping chrysanthemums. Although there are strict rules in the church to punish such things, they are not completely eradicated, and there are always three or five cases a year.

Especially Zhen Zhibing, a young Taoist boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, was really worried for many days in the first few years of teaching. It was not until later that the martial arts had a certain foundation and were able to follow the division commander to walk the rivers and lakes, that this fear gradually disappeared.

It's just that at this time, this thick-eyed and big-eyed Jin Bing stripped off his Dao robe with a cruel smile, could it be ...... Then he saw the golden soldier taking off his coat again, and it was over, it seemed that he was really going to do that!

A burst of despair hit his heart, and under the mixture of fear and shame, Zhen Zhibing actually fainted.