Storyteller in Qixia Town: Zhang Wuji said he wanted to kill me

Every move and style of his swordsmanship looks very ordinary.

It was so ordinary that it looked like a child who had just picked up a sword and was slashing at will.

But if someone who understands swords is here, you will find that this person's swordsmanship coincides with the rhyme of heaven, earth and dao.

The trajectory of each sword is reasonable, but it feels unexpected.

Suddenly, Ximen Chuuxue poured all his energy into it, and pointed the sword in his hand towards the sky.

A thunderbolt exploded out of nowhere in the sky!

The huge roar can be clearly heard for ten miles around.

After this move, Ximen Chuuxue slowly finished work, and the chilling sword intent pervading the mountain gradually disappeared.

At this moment, there was a voice at the foot of the mountain: "Master, your letter."

After Ximen Chuuxue heard the sound, he stepped on the flowers and leaves in the mountains and quickly descended the mountain.

But after a while, he arrived in front of the figure who seemed to be the housekeeper.

"Whose letter is it from?"

"Back to the owner, it's a letter sent by your friend Lu Xiaofeng."

"Lu Xiaofeng? Didn't this fellow come here some time ago and insisted on going to Qixia Town? Why did you write to me again?"

Ximen Chuuxue opened the letter while talking.

In Qixia Town of Xishan Prefecture, there are sword masters, come quickly.

Seeing these words, Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up.

In his whole life, Ximen Chuuxue only pursued two things.

One is that his kendo can be improved to a higher level.

And the other thing is to find a peerless master who is worthy of his sword!

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's letter, Ximen Chuuxue actually had some doubts in his heart.

"This kid is born to eat and drink, how could he think of helping me find a master of swordsmanship?"

Ximen Chuuxue was a little hesitant to make this trip.

He was really afraid that Lu Xiaofeng would lure him there on purpose, but the real purpose might be just to have a drink.

Don't think that Lu Xiaofeng can't do it, with this kid's personality, there is nothing he can't do.

"Forget it, although Lu Sandan is a little glib, he probably didn't lie about such a big matter."

"Since that's the case, my Wanmei Villa is not too far from Qixia Town, so I'll go and have a look!"

……

Jianfu Mansion, Dongfang Bubai finally arrived at this place after traveling all the way.

She came here mainly to catch Ren Yingying back.

By the way, Tian Boguang was solved.

"It's been so long, do you have any news about Yingying?"

The Sun Moon God Sect spy who knelt on the ground hurriedly said: "Report to the leader, the saint is now in Fuzhou City, and she has contact with a person named Linghu Chong."

"Linghu Chong? Isn't this the abandoned disciple who was driven down by Mount Hua? How could he get together with Yingying?"

"Master, this matter is a long story, why don't you sit down and listen to me in detail?"

……

After half an hour, Dongfang Bubai finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.

"Oh, this Yingying is really true. It's ridiculous that she has been fascinated by a sheet of music."

Dongfang Bubai always remembered Ye Chen's evaluation of Linghu Chong.

So she had a bad impression of Linghu Chong.

Then, Dongfang Bubai asked again: "Forget it, let's put Yingying's matter aside for now, I asked you to inquire about Tian Boguang's news, has there been any progress?"

The man handed over a note: "Master of Islam, this is where Tian Boguang lives now."

Dongfang Bubai took the note and glanced at it, not far from where she is now.

"Hmph! Tian Boguang, your life is over!"

Chapter 67 Yue Buqun Burned the Evil Exorcising Sword Technique, Tian Boguang Was Crushed to Death

Jianfu Mansion, Fuzhou City.

Lin Pingzhi's hometown.

"Pingzhi, according to the clues, the evil sword technique passed down by your family should be in your old house."

Xiangyang Lane, Yue Buqun and others came here.

Feng Qingyang also followed in the crowd.

Because he has no airs, he gets along very well with some younger generations of the Huashan School.

Feng Buping and the others were rather embarrassed, but they didn't dare to leave without Feng Qingyang's words, so they could only follow along.

Looking at the dilapidated Lin family's house, Lin Pingzhi was filled with emotion.

"Father, mother! Our Qiu Haier of the Lin family will always remember that now that the boy has worshiped under the Huashan sect, as long as he is successful in martial arts, he will join the Qingcheng sect and kill Mu Gaofeng to comfort the spirits of the two elders!"

Seeing his apprentice's crazy expression, Yue Buqun felt a little uncomfortable.

Since Lin Pingzhi was accepted as his apprentice, Yue Buqun naturally wanted to support his apprentice.

Moreover, the current Huashan faction also has this confidence!

Walking in the Lin family's courtyard, Yue Buqun suddenly noticed something was wrong with a statue.

Its fingers seem to be pointing in a certain direction on purpose.

Beam!

Yue Buqun knew it!

He took a few steps to the bottom of the statue, tapped his toes lightly to the beam, and found a cloth bag wrapped in dust.

"Pingzhi, I found your family's sword technique!"

Yue Buqun came out with a cloth bag.

Lin Pingzhi was a little surprised: "Master, where did you find it?"

"It's on the beam of your house. The ancestors of your Lin family are really smart. I'm afraid no one would have thought of such a place."

At this time, Feng Qingyang also walked over.

"Evil-dispelling swordsmanship? Show me, I want to see what is so subtle about this swordsmanship."

"Uncle, take a look."

Yue Buqun handed the cloth bag to Feng Qingyang, and the group watched Feng Qingyang open the cloth bag together.

The whole picture of the evil swordsmanship is displayed in front of everyone.

At this moment, an accident occurred.

The two figures in black went straight to the evil sword in Feng Qingyang's hands.

"Hmph! I've spotted you two bedbugs following in the dark a long time ago. It's fine if you don't come out. If you dare to come out, don't blame me for being rude!"

Feng Qingyang raised his hand and sent the two of them flying, and was about to continue, but Yue Buqun stopped him.

"Uncle, let me come!"

On the way to Fuzhou, Feng Qingyang had already started to slowly teach Yue Buqun some of the exquisite sword techniques that had been lost by the Huashan School, so Yue Buqun's martial arts had also increased dramatically recently.

The Clear Water Sword in Yue Buqun's hand was unsheathed.

A sword light flashed from the scabbard.

After a sword strike, the two figures in black fell to the ground together.

It's just that there is an inexplicably extra bloodstain on the neck!

Yue Buqun's strength has skyrocketed to this point!

He stepped forward to take off the face scarves of the two, only to see that the eyes of the two were still wide open before they died, with incredible expressions on their faces.

It seems to be saying, how could Yue Buqun be so strong!

"It's the side branch masters of the Songshan School, the white-headed fairy Weng Bu Rong and the vulture Sha Tianjiang. Although these two are not among the Thirteen Taibaos, their martial arts are not weaker than those behind the Songshan Thirteen Taibaos."

At the same time, Yue Buqun was secretly startled.

If it was the former him who wanted to beat these two, it would definitely not be so simple.

Feng Qingyang glanced at the two people on the ground: "Why are you making such a fuss, it's just two idiots."

Yue Buqun smiled wryly, in the eyes of his uncle, most of the people are probably idiots!

However, the swordsmanship passed on to me by my uncle is really strong. After practicing hard for a while, that kid Zuo Lengchan is still a piece of wool!

Feng Qingyang withdrew his gaze and continued to use the evil sword technique, Yue Buqun no longer cared about the two dead men on the ground, but moved closer to Feng Qingyang's side.

Then, he saw the sentence on the general outline of evil swordsmanship.

If you want to practice this skill, swing your sword from the palace!

Yue Buqun's expression was a little embarrassed: "Uncle Shi, this Zigong means..."

"Aren't you asking the question knowingly? What else can you be other than being a eunuch?"

"I didn't expect that the well-known evil swordsmanship in the Jianghu would have to be practiced in the palace."

"Although the sword technique is exquisite, it is not unbreakable. Compared with Dugu Nine Swords, there is still a gap."

"It's no wonder that after Lin Yuantu back then, the Lin family's No. 72 Evil Resisting Swordsmanship lost its power. It turned out that Lin Yuantu concealed the most critical information about practicing the Evil Resisting Swordsmanship."

And at this time, the most confused person was Lin Pingzhi.

One must come from the palace to practice this sword technique, so how did he come here?How did his father come here?

Could it be that the ancestors of the Lin family really swung their swords from the palace?

But... this... how did our Lin family inherit the incense?Is it the palace where the ancestors gave birth to their children?

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's surprised expression, Yue Buqun comforted him: "Pingzhi, don't take some things too seriously, the important thing is to live in the present, and you still want to avenge your parents!"

Lin Pingzhi nodded: "Thank you, Master, for reminding me, my child will remember."

Feng Qingyang said: "If you really want to know your life experience, the old man can show you a clear way. You can go to Qixia Town to find Ye Chen, and he may be able to tell you your life experience."

"Thank you for reminding Master Uncle. When the Fuzhou incident is over, the disciple will go to Qixia Town to ask Mr. Ye for advice."

Feng Qingyang nodded and said no more.

At this time, Yue Buqun looked at the evil spirit sword technique with disgust.

If Feng Qingyang hadn't come out of the mountain, Yue Buqun might still have a little illusion about the evil sword technique.

But now, sorry.

What kind of rubbish is the evil sword technique!You have to be in the palace to practice, whoever loves to practice should practice.

Anyway, I don't practice.

Lin Pingzhi also suddenly became disappointed with the evil-dispelling swordsmanship passed down in his family. Judging from the current background of the Huashan School, there is really no need to practice the evil-disciplined swordsmanship.

And his parents died because of such an evil work, which made Lin Pingzhi feel infinitely sad.

"Pingzhi, although this is your family's sword art, you have also seen that this secret book is completely harmful to others and yourself, so I plan to burn it, what do you think?"

Lin Pingzhi nodded: "Master, you are right. This evil sword technique will only harm people if left in the world. It is better to burn it."

"That's good! Since you agree, I will burn it in front of you."

Yue Buqun was about to strike, but suddenly there were several exclamations from outside the courtyard wall.

"Stop! Yue Buqun, you can give it to us if you don't want it!"