Out of Yuanmen

Zhu Qingping looked at his hands in disbelief.

No.

Of the tens of thousands of swords in this hall, none of them were pulled by his Qi machine.This is impossible……

Fu Jiannu finally stood up at this moment, turned around slowly, and looked at Zhu Qingping who was stunned indifferently.She closed her eyes, facing Zhu Qingping with her hands behind her back, and said coldly, "Where did you come from?"

Zhu Qingping came back to his senses, cold sweat kept dripping down.His voice was dry: "Junior, this junior is from Baifeng Temple."

His support disappeared, and he was at a loss at this moment.

The woman holding the sword asked again: "Where are you going?"

……

Zhu Qingping's eyes were in a trance.

Where are you going?

He just wants to live a happy life every day, relying on his talent to get by. Anyway, his talent is one of the best, and he will naturally become a top master in the end.

After a long silence, he heard himself reply, "I...don't know."

Fu Jiannu opened her eyes, and Zhu Qingping saw that there was a hole in her dark eye sockets—the number one in the world, she didn't even have eyes!

Fu Jiannu sneered, and withdrew the true energy that was pressing on Zhu Qingping.She said in a hoarse voice: "I thought you were a suitable candidate to inherit my kendo, but it seems that you will not be able to understand the sword in this life!"

"Do you think that you are the only one born with a sword box?"

The woman holding the sword slowly opened her hand, and all the swords in the hall rang together!

The candlelight illuminates her dry and thin body. At this moment, her shadow is as tall as a giant in mythology, enveloping the rookie and talented swordsman of Baifengguan.

Back then when Zhu Qianxu carried him up the mountain, all the swords in Baifengguan slammed together, but it was only a slight tremor, he was not the master of these swords after all.Most of the swords located in all directions of the Fujian woman are just ordinary iron, but each of them has the momentum of a psychic kite flying thousands of miles away.

Zhu Qingping wanted to rub his eyes to see if the scene of thousands of swords blazing in front of him was real.The strange thing is that he couldn't complete such a simple action——

He lowered his head and looked at his trembling arms in disbelief.He took a deep breath, raised his left hand and clasped his right wrist firmly, only then stopped the trembling.The figure of the woman supporting the sword is like a towering mountain. Just now, he tried to use Baifeng to observe and control the sword to pull the sword in the palace. I'm afraid it was not like a mayfly shaking a tree!

This is - Lord of Yaoshan.

Zhu Qingping's side was suppressed by the sword-supporting woman, dripping with cold sweat.Shen Hanchi's side was much happier than him. The old beggar brought a jar of wine from the backyard of the temple that was not affected by the collapsed buildings, and sat on the ground with Shen Hanchi, chatting.

Shen Hanchi took a sip of the wine in the altar, only to feel that it was so strong that it only reached the top of the sky, and instantly made a bitter face.Seeing his expression, the old beggar slapped his legs and laughed loudly: "The boy who has no hair, can't stand us... this altar of sweet sword!"

Shen Hanchi felt that the name was interesting, and asked curiously: "I only heard that there are Erguotou Erguotou in this world. Old man, why is your wine called Gan Jian?"

The old beggar ignored him, and took a big gulp of the wine jar, the clear liquid dripping down his dirty face.After Shen Hanchi said in secret, the old beggar put down the jar, burped for a long time, and waved his hands drunkenly: "Where do I know to go. It's called this name!"

Shen Hanchi keenly noticed that his eyes were a little sad, but he didn't make a sound.This old beggar didn't give him any feeling of a master at all, but the move just now was real. He had only seen this kind of back-to-basics feeling on Zhao Qinglu.Most of the masters in the world always have some heavy thoughts in their hearts.But after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of any master on the Tianzi list that fit the characteristics of the person in front of him, so he simply didn't think about it.

The old beggar let out another long belch, and said with a smile: "Young man, you look quite like a little girl I saw before. Back then, I taught her a set of marksmanship. She became a disciple. It's a pity that she died before she could call me Master."

The old beggar said to himself, "This is one of the only regrets in my life."

When Shen Hanchi heard the marksmanship, his heart moved, but he felt that it would not be such a coincidence, so he didn't ask the question, but changed the question: "What about the remaining one?"

The old beggar squinted at him and said, "Why should I tell you? Pah, bah, bah, I won't say it."

He also spat, but luckily Shen Hanchi hid him with agility.Shen Hanchi escaped a catastrophe, and unceremoniously rolled his eyes at this old beggar who had no demeanor of a master: "Don't talk about pulling down, the young master still won't listen."

Instead, the old beggar started to laugh, and said, "Then I must tell you!"

He paused, then lifted the wine jar again, and poured the heartburning liquor down his throat.After a while, he threw it away and smashed the wine jar aside.

Shen Hanchi saw the corner of the old beggar's mouth raised, revealing a tender smile.It stands to reason that such an expression on such an ugly face would make people feel uncomfortable, but Shen Hanchi felt that he even looked a bit like his sweetheart at this moment.It's not that they are similar in appearance, but the eyes full of tenderness——

At this moment, Shen Hanchi's heart suddenly jumped.But the illusory thoughts disappeared in a flash, and before he had time to think deeply, he was attracted by the old beggar's voice.

"When I was a little older than you, I thought I was invincible and flirtatious. Later, I picked up a young apprentice by the river, who was a genius."

"I brought this child up, and suddenly one day, she showed me the sword manual she wrote, and I was shocked. It was too mysterious and delicate! I have never seen such a sword technique in 37 years! My Wan Jian Gui Yi is completely opposite to me, but I can't find any mistakes at all! Is my sword way wrong?!"

Shen Hanchi listened intently, and saw a tear slowly slipping from the corner of the old beggar's eyes.

"I lost." He murmured, "My obsession with the sword and my love for her were lost to my dirty selfish desires. I was jealous of her, I was so jealous, I told her that this sword book was bullshit... It's all retribution!"

The old beggar sat among the debris, crying and laughing.Shen Hanchi looked at his broken leg quietly, and sighed.

He...maybe knows who the old beggar is.

After the old beggar went crazy, he dragged Shen Hanchi to teach him this sword.Shen Hanchi watched him play it several times, firmly memorized it in his mind, and recited the mantra of "ten thousand swords return to one life, ten thousand swords", and found that he still couldn't do it.But the old beggar didn't care whether he learned it or not, he put on an attitude that everything was going well, and sang a ditty crazily and left.

While thinking about this sword, he waited for Zhu Qingping in front of the ruined temple, and finally he met the young Taoist priest with heavy steps when the moon was on the willow branches.The other party saw the ruined temple behind him, looked at him again, and was relieved when he found that he was safe and sound, and quickly apologized: "Brother Chi, you have been waiting for a long time."

Seeing that he was not missing any arms or legs, Shen Hanchi was relieved a lot.Just when he was about to say something, the other party patted him heavily on the shoulder and looked at him with piercing eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm going to miss the appointment."

There seemed to be something dark and tumbling in his eyes, which was neither the cynicism that Shen Hanchi had seen before, nor a temporary intention.Although the two of them didn't get along for a long time, Shen Hanchi had almost figured out this person's temperament, and instantly understood what he wanted to do.

So he smiled and patted Zhu Qingping's hand on his shoulder and said, "Okay."

"I……"

"You won't be able to see the beauty I hold in your arms, but you can come to Huajing to find me after you finish your cultivation." Shen Hanchi blinked narrowly, "Good brother, right?"

Zhu Qingping's tense expression finally relaxed, and he replied with a smile: "Go, I will definitely go, but after all, you still don't believe my words."

"Brother Chi, promise me one thing."

The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand: "You go back to Huajing and meet your sweetheart. When you say goodbye, you look back at him. Just one look."

Shen Hanchi showed a confused look: "Why?"

Zhu Qingping looked inscrutable, and said: "Brother, how many admirers do I have, how many do you have? You don't have experience in this kind of thing. Don't worry about it, just listen to me. Hi-five as an oath, if you If you can’t do it, why don’t you invite me to drink wine for ten years?”

Shen Hanchi rolled his eyes, and gave him a high-five happily: "Yes. But on the other hand, you also promise me one thing, you go and tell Miss Chu that you have a crush on her!"

Zhu Qingping's facial features were wrinkled together, as if he had heard a ghost story, his eyes were full of panic.Shen Hanchi pulled back a round, laughed loudly, punched Zhu Qingping on the shoulder hard, and then walked away.

Zhu Qingping called Shen Hanchi again, only to see the other party raised his hand and waved.

Shen Hanchi's back was a little gloomy.

Zhu Qingping paused for a moment, the sadness of parting welled up in his heart.He smirked and shouted: "Don't think about me so much that I can't sleep, it's disgusting!"

"Fuck you motherfucker!"