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Mentioning this person, the faces present seemed to be in a bad mood, and everyone didn't say much, so Qiu Lingfu and Ah Po went to rest.

It is said that Gui Ren is not good at martial arts, and he even took good care of the cave where he sleeps, and the position is slightly lower, so that he can climb easily.These caves are embedded in the wall one by one, if there is not a roll of bamboo curtains hanging at the entrance of the caves, it would be unlucky to sleep here, like a Buddhist cave.

Uncle Xu cleaned the room carefully. Qiu Lingfu went in and took a look. The sleeping place was nothing more than a rough wooden bed and a broken quilt.

The stone wall naturally has a cold touch, and the coldness seeps into the bone marrow.

Qiu Lingfu shuddered. Living here was like being buried in an underground tomb. I don't know how these people got used to it.

But this trek all the way was exhausting, Qiu Lingfu lay down in disgust, and was still sullen, but fell asleep very quickly.

I woke up tired and hungry again.

There was no light in this place, so Qiu Lingfu always felt as if someone was watching him in the dark, and felt uncomfortable all over. He didn't even stay in bed for long, so he opened the curtain and went out.

It was getting late outside.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the red glow diffuses across the uneven grottoes, which are divided into two simple colors by the bright red skylight—compassionate golden red and mysterious black.

Looking at this magnificent scenery, Qiu Lingfu, who had just woken up, was at a loss.

I have lived in the gentle and peaceful Huai'an almost since I was born, and I have heard about the majestic mountains and rivers, but I have never seen such a vast scenery with my own eyes.

At dusk, the fog in the mountains has cleared away, and the mountains seem to be sitting on an equal footing with the sun, and the mountains are like geese far away in the sky, ethereal and ethereal.

This place is isolated from the world, but it is high-profile, and such a group of people live in secret, it is strange to think about it - it is possible that this is a place where immortals lived, but now it is used by the world to take refuge.

The red from the knife mark in the west is covered with a gentle sky light like Buddha's light.One of them seemed to be melting in the light. He sat on the edge of the grotto without fear of life and death, and his shadow was stretched out.

Like a sharp ink mark in a long yellowed scroll, it disturbed Qiu Lingfu's attention.The setting sun was gradually submerged, Ah Po bent his knees, and sat there lazily, looking at the mountains, rivers and rivers, the shadows seemed to be blurred like ink, getting longer and longer.

It wasn't until the fragrance of rice came out from below that Qiu Lingfu heard the sound of old man Xu cooking.

"Is the meal ready?" Qiu Lingfu sat on the small grotto and asked with his head tilted.

"You've slept long enough, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight." Old Uncle Xu had his back to the sun, so he couldn't see what was frying in the pot.

Qiu Lingfu really couldn't sleep that night.

They all yawned and went to sleep, but Qiu Lingfu was full of energy and energy.

It is said that today is a rare day with good weather, and the cave is within reach of the starry river and the sky, so Qiu Lingfu sat in the same position where Ah Po was sitting today, so as to see the rarely seen scenery in his life from this angle.

"What are you thinking?" A voice came from behind.

Qiu Lingfu didn't even look back: "I want to kill you anyway."

The man laughed and asked again, "Is it pretty?"

"You look better without you." Qiu Lingfu replied procrastinatingly.

Ah Po sat beside him, so he moved to the side.

However, Ah Po only tilted his head, and looked at him with a smile. Qiu Lingfu felt uncomfortable looking at him, and was about to move an inch to the side, but Ah Po grabbed his wrist.

A'Po was about to pull that wrist to that side, but that hand did not let it move with all its strength.The corners of Qiu Lingfu's mouth were tense, his eyes were clearly hostile, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Ah Po put his finger on his lips, made a gesture of silence, pointed to the small caves where the curtains were lowered, and then stroked Qiu Lingfu's fist with his thumb.

Perhaps this vast sky is dotted with stars, giving people the invincible courage in their hearts. Ah Po's actions are as gentle and careful as kneeling down and waiting for a kitten to come over. Qiu Lingfu hesitated for a moment, and spread his palms out of doubt.

Ah Po's glance, I don't know whether it's joy or gratitude, Qiu Lingfu felt something special in his heart, annoyed and wanted to avoid it, the hand that was spread out in Ah Po's hand was about to shrink back, but Ah Po had already grasped it firmly .

The white-toothed and green-browed young man, his facial features were not full of heroism, the sharpest carved eyes, with a refreshing smile under the moonlight, but also faintly as if it could be melted in the evening breeze.

At this time Qiu Lingfu made another mistake, he looked into A'po's eyes and relaxed.

Holding Qiu Lingfu's hand that was as quiet as a night bird, even though Ah Po's heart throbbed, he knew that this was not the time to be greedy.

Any frivolity will scare away the cat sleeping at its feet.

Ah Po lowered his head, using his fingertips as pens, the tingling touch seemed to be ambiguously trying to write down Qiu Lingfu's palm prints.

Ah Po gently wrote a few words on the palm of his hand: Empress of the Peach Blossom Forest.

Qiu Lingfu was stunned, as if awakened from a start, and wanted to withdraw his hand regardless, but Ah Po refused to let go, insisting on writing: Duan Jingzhe didn't make things difficult for me.

After Ah Po finished writing, he looked at Qiu Lingfu again, and saw that he was holding his face, wanting to be angry but not angry, as if he didn't know where to vent his anger.

The corner of his mouth was slightly pursed, and the smile was contained in his heart.

After a while, Qiu Lingfu put his mind back on Ah Po's words, turned around, and his eyes fell on the bamboo curtains falling in the cave.

Ah Po knew that he understood.

Qiu Lingfu's eyes darkened, and he began to clear his mind.

If Apo really tested Duan Jingzhe as the Bai family, but Duan Jingzhe really let Apo go, and thinking about the people he met along the way, they only stared at him... the other party It is obvious that none of the survivors of the Bai family know what they want to know.

Looking for Qiu Xinsu so endlessly, why can the well-behaved Bai family be sent to him later, but can be easily let go.

This is intriguing. After all, the Bai family is hidden on such a deep cliff, and only one of them can know so clearly.

This place is spacious and flat on one side, facing the vast scenery outside the mountains. When you stand here to enjoy the only fun, you don't know who is standing behind you.

On the other side is a narrow tunnel, which is the only dangerous road leading down the mountain.

Qiu Lingfu felt that it was cold behind him.

"Do you know who it is?" Qiu Lingfu asked.

Ah Po shook his head, he didn't know either.

But Ah Po leaned in front of him again: "Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"

He said the same thing himself, but Qiu Lingfu glared at him, stood up, and brushed the dust off his sleeves.

Ah Po also stood up, grabbed his hand again, and said with a smile: "I didn't lie to you."

"I don't care if you lie to me or not." Qiu Lingfu said, and chopped A'Po's hand with his other hand.

A'po's eyes are quick and his hands are quick, he let go of what was restrained in his hand, but the next moment he used his palm to dissipate the strength of the hand that was split, and took advantage of the situation to hold the wrist.

"It's too slow. Qiu Xinsu's Suxin swordsmanship was famously unpredictable in the world. Every move of yours was seen by the enemy. Before you make a move, others have already thought of thousands of countermeasures." Ah Po took out the dagger from his bosom, tapped Qiu Lingfu's waist, and made the clang of colliding with the soft sword, "Why don't you ask Ah Po to practice with the young master."

It was just the soft sword at the waist touching the dagger lightly through the cloth, with the sound, the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Qiu Lingfu was about to take a step back, but she thought how little she looked like retreating step by step under the words and deeds of this disciple.

So he pretended to be calm: "Master is going to sleep, you want to practice yourself."

After coming here for a day, surrounded by Bai family members, Qiu Lingfu cleverly didn't mention the absurd coercion agreement, now that everyone is asleep, he suddenly became courageous.

This Qiu Lingfu was just being lazy, and he even put on a pose, trying to get away in anger, so that no one would find out his little thoughts.

"Alright then, Ah Po will wait for the young master to sleep."

Qiu Lingfu almost killed Ah Po with his eyes, but the smile on Ah Po's lips was so clear that he couldn't see the slightest hint of teasing.

"That's not necessary, I'll have nightmares when I fall asleep with you." He quickly pulled away to leave.

But he didn't know that this defenseless back made Ah Po feel terrified, and he stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

Catch this cat who was thinking of running away quietly, and leaned on himself: "Then you can practice your sword well, and you can block ghosts even in nightmares... and you can also kill my despicable ghost when you wake up. Mind blocks."

Knocked away by Haozu's strength, Qiu Lingfu pulled out, full of killing intent, and finally pulled out his sword willingly.

Ah Po staggered a bit, played around with the dagger in his hand easily, with a helpless smile on his lips - and this was the only method that could make him raise his fighting spirit without hesitation, and wanted to compete with himself .

The sound of swords colliding was really noisy, Ah Po asked Qiu Lingfu to follow him into the winding tunnel leading to the outside.

"This place is a stone wall. Your dagger is happy, but my soft sword is sad." Qiu Lingfu said.

"Your mother uses a soft sword, but it can be used anywhere. The flexibility of this sword is not only in the body." A Po said, but led Qiu Lingfu to a slightly wider place, "The narrow place, the strength But good luck, don't hurt yourself."

If soft weapons are not used well, if you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose three hundred.

Qiu Lingfu looked at the cave, and couldn't straighten his hands with the soft sword.

Hearing Ah Po look down on him, he boosted his morale: "Then let's try."

Fighting with the dagger with the advantage in close quarters, facing Ah Po again, it is not too difficult. Ah Po also has some strength hidden, and he is determined to guide Qiu Lingfu well.

Unexpectedly, there are great restrictions on how to use it in this place, and Qiu Lingfu's sword is vicious and domineering, not to mention hurting Ah Po even the slightest bit, and never even disturbing Ah Po at all.

It just hit the stone wall continuously, and the stone chips fell off. The soft sword touched the stone wall, but the strength and the movement of the soft soldier were disturbed.

It's really like Ah Po, easy to hurt himself.

After a few tricks, several clothes were torn on his body.

Qiu Lingfu never knew that his sword was so sharp!

At any rate, he got Qiu Xinsu's biography, so why was he in such a mess.Unconvinced, Qiu Lingfu's moves became more and more impatient.

A sword mark cut open his upper sleeve again, this time ruthlessly, revealing his white arm.

Ah Po's eyes swept over, and it seemed that there was substance. Qiu Lingfu subconsciously drew his sword and covered his arm.But after covering it, he was angry with himself for acting like this, A Po might have to laugh at himself even more in his heart.

"No more practice." Qiu Lingfu put his sword away.

The author has something to say:

I have to go back through the details of these chapters. Many details are confused, because this article has been written three times, and each time I wrote tens of thousands of words, I am not very satisfied with it and reworked it.

Forget it, I wrote 12 words for the first time, nearly [-] words for the second time, and [-] to [-] words for the third time.

This shows that you must have a good idea at the beginning, otherwise you will not only do too much useless work, but also easily confuse your own thinking...

The painting style of the first version is actually very close to the painting style of "Gait Shot", a simple and nonsensical style.

But then I decided to give Wen Wen the task of making people happy, and Qiu Lingfu should be responsible for making people angry, so that Ah Po can have an excuse to punish him →. →