Everyone thinks that he is a genius

"Huh!" The person who came was a middle-aged man with beards and beards. He stood on the street across the street and spat at Ye Kongqing and Wen Yunyu. Master You is quite friendly, I heard that Minghua is here, let him come to see his grandfather."

One grandpa at a time?

Both Wen Yunyu and Ye Kongqing showed contempt on their faces.

It's so vulgar.

It really is that the forest has grown, and all kinds of birds have begun to appear.

Seeing the disdain of the two, the big man was furious and jumped on the roof: "Minghua, don't you dare to come out?"

As soon as he said this, he felt a silver light flash in front of his eyes, his face hurt, and he turned around in a circle with his strength, feeling dizzy.

When he stopped, the right side of his face felt hot and painful, and it became very swollen after a while.

Minghua stepped on Fengshuang, hanging not far from him, standing against the wind, saw the big man looking over, and uttered two words: "Stupid."

The voice is cold and clear, the face is indifferent, and the back is straight, not at all like the sinner who fled in embarrassment in the rumors.

But those two words, if you listen carefully, you can hear a suppressed anger in them.

Yes, Minghua was angry.

Immortal cultivators are only one or two points more capable than ordinary people, what is there to be proud of, aren't they all ants under the law of heaven?

It's okay for this big man to target him, but why involve mortals?

Using force here will cause more deaths and injuries to mortals. Cultivating immortals does not relieve people's worries, but instead destroys mortal families. What qualifications does such a monk have to cultivate immortals?

[...Heh, that person is just a local ruffian. ] In the sea of ​​knowledge, Su Yu smiled strangely, [Killing one is enough to warn the hundred, do you want me to help? ]

Ming Hua didn't answer, but just lowered his face and said, "Come out."

At the same time, the Shanhe fan was turned over in Wen Yunyu's hands, and the ink dragon on the other side of the fan roared out of the fan, and the dragon chant resounded throughout the town.

Molong circled quickly in mid-air, then turned into black smoke and dissipated, and the sky suddenly became dark.

The sound of the dragon's chant made the surrounding space vibrate, especially near the big man, rippling water-like lines.

"what--"

A person fell out of the transparent barrier, followed by a second, and a third.

Ye Kongqing's face remained unchanged, she quickly put Chunyu to her lips, and played "Jade Butterfly".

Most of the people who come here are laizi of the third-rate and nine schools, all of them are low-level, and they don't know who is bewitched by them, so they want to catch Minghua to receive the reward in a whimsical way.

The lingering song "Jade Butterfly" made most people stunned, dizzy, fell from the roof, and fell into a coma.

That big man was pushed down by his younger brother, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and it seemed that he was injured indistinctly.

"Ha, it turns out that the people from the Qingyun Sect are also helping the evildoers." A flash of sword light forced Ye Kongqing to stop playing the Spring Rain, and backed away again and again.

After standing still, Ye Kongqing raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a young talented man holding Qingfeng Sword, and the magic circle flashed under his feet, staying in mid-air.

Qingfengjian, sword master Nie Qingfeng, disciple of Jianzhong sect.

Jianzhong is good at making swords, Qing Yunzong is good at practicing swords.

The two sects were originally a family, but later they were divided into two schools because of their different views on swords.

People in Jianzhong believe that one must practice swords first in cultivation, and then train people; while Qingyunzong believes that swords are foreign objects after all, and sword repair can also be swords.

Neither of the two sects can convince the other, and they have been secretly rivalry since the patriarch.

And these years, Qingyunzong has been slightly better because of the genius of Minghua.

After thinking about it for a while, he knew why this kid came.

Nie Qingfeng sneered: "Minghua, why don't you just arrest him?"

It was Ming Hua's Feng Shuang who answered him.

The river water poured out from Wen Yun's Yushan River fan, forming a barrier around this place, so as not to hurt innocent mortals outside.

Ye Kongqing played the spring rain incessantly, trying to interrupt Nie Qingfeng's spiritual power flow, and Nie Qingfeng pressed his finger on the sword, coordinated with the spiritual power of the sword, and followed the sword move. They all crossed the air duct, bringing out the sound of swords, which subtly covered the sound of Chunyu's flute.

Xuanjian Jiujiu has 81 moves, and the moves change.

With every attack by Feng Shuang, Ming Hua's spiritual power soared, bringing a cold wind, the heaven and the earth sensed it, and it began to snow here.

Snowflake caressed the Qingfeng sword and passed by, making an ear-piercing scratching sound.

Nie Qingfeng's lips turned white from the cold.

But Ming Hua remained expressionless, and he cleverly used the sword energy brought by the Qingfeng Sword for his own use. At the same time, he tried to lure Nie Qingfeng out of the city.

"I understand." With a sudden withdrawal, Nie Qingfeng jumped out of the battle and said with a smile, "Forget it, Minghua, I really can't beat you, but why don't you leave?"

Minghua's face turned cold.

Indeed, if he left, the people in the city would be safe, but after he left, what would Wen Yunyu and Ye Kongqing do?

Wen Yunyu is a casual cultivator, and Ye Kongqing is a medical cultivator, and the Qingfeng Sword can catch both of them easily.

This sword mound and Qing Yunzong did not like each other, and Ye Kongqing sneaked to see Minghua. This is a good handle. I am afraid that from now on, Qing Yunzong's status will plummet.

This is the last thing Minghua wants to see.

Rarely, Ming Hua became murderous towards the monk for the first time.

[You want to kill him? ] After realizing Minghua's murderous intention, Su Yu said this sentence in a tone that was almost chant, [I knew it...]

Su Yu didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and after a chuckle, there was no life.

Nie Qingfeng didn't know anything, he was still standing arrogantly on the corner of the eaves, with the corners of his mouth curled up, looking up and down at Minghua with malicious intent.

He was thinking, how to deal with Minghua and the others?

The sky was dark and the sun was blocked, but Nie Qingfeng's shadow was still long and reflected on the wall of the house behind him.

The moss on the wall is mottled, and the shadows are not clear, and some are transparent.

However, what he didn't know was that the shadow behind him distorted, and a black mist evaporated.

The black mist condensed into a human form behind him, climbed up the shadow, climbed up to the eaves, stood behind Nie Qingfeng, and then stretched out his hands and put them on his shoulders.

Those hands were pitch-black, and after putting them on the shoulders, a sharp cold air rushed into the skin in contact with them, reaching the bottom of my heart.

Nie Qingfeng shuddered, his hair stood on end, he quickly turned around and struck with a sword.

This is impossible, there should be no one behind him! ! !

This sword cut an empty space, and Nie Qingfeng's shadow was still a shadow, as if nothing had happened before.

Nie Qingfeng didn't believe that it was an illusion just now, but most monks would have body-protecting qi, and evil things couldn't get close to them easily, so what was that just now?

Minghua in the distance was taken aback.

The sky is getting darker, with an ominous atmosphere.

The wounded rogue cultivators noticed the solemn atmosphere in the air, and they were horrified, and some of them had already fled.

Ye Kongqing pulled Wen Yunyu back to a safe place cautiously, trying not to cause trouble for Minghua as much as possible.

The whole street was quiet, except for the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

"Daddy~~" The little girl's laughing voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the empty street.

"Daddy~~hehe~~"

The immature child's voice came from far to near, and finally a pale girl walked out slowly at the corner of the street, dressed in ragged clothes, holding a broken doll in her right hand, raised her head, and happily clapped her little hands to Nie Qingfeng who was standing on the eaves, Shouted: "Daddy~~"

Nie Qingfeng's complexion changed slightly, but soon returned to normal, the corner of his mouth turned into a sarcastic sneer: "Heh, small tricks, do you really think this mere illusion can stop me?"

After speaking, there was a "Green Maple Art", and the biting wind blade brought up immediately smashed the girl to pieces, flesh and blood fell down, and the stumps fell on the street.

Is this really an illusion?

In the distance, Ye Kongqing asked Wen Yunyu with his eyes.

Wen Yunyu shook her head.

Who is this girl?

Only Nie Qingfeng knew the answer.

She is his daughter, the daughter of 100 years ago, has long been turned into dust.

100 years ago, there was no Qingfeng Sword, and Nie Qingfeng was just an ordinary boy with his own wife and children. However, he was not angry, and when his daughter was three years old, he abandoned his wife and son, went to Jianzhong, and worshiped under the door of Jianzhong.

Someone once advised him to go back to see his wife and children. He laughed and said that he had embarked on the path of cultivating the Tao, and his past was over.

Decades later, Nie Qingfeng has made a small success. When he was traveling, he passed his hometown, but saw that his hometown had been transformed into high-rise buildings. After asking the villagers, he found out that shortly after he left, the orphan and widow died of typhoid fever.

Because there was no one at home, even the money for the coffin was pooled by the neighbors for their pity.

Nie Qingfeng asked, did Qiuniang (his wife) think about remarrying?

The fellow chuckled, her husband ran away for no reason, he didn't even have a divorce paper, and Qiuniang still had a young one, who would want it?

Nie Qingfeng was silent, and finally found two small soil bags on the back mountain in the suburbs.

That's it.

After that, Nie Qingfeng was still the proud Nie Qingfeng. His wife and children really seemed to be as he said, and they had long been wiped out with his past, and had nothing to do with him who embarked on the fairy road.

Besides, not long after the girl was strangled by Nie Qingfeng, another woman walked out of the shadows, tilted her head, and staggered to the place where the girl was just killed. In the bloody mess, she weakly called out to Nie Qingfeng To: "Husband."

That woman is not considered a beauty, but her face is pretty, her face is also pale, her clothes are thin, but her eyes are very beautiful, as black as obsidian, and a strange light burst out from her pupils.

Nie Qingfeng's face froze.

In the eyes of others, Nie Qingfeng was just sluggish for a while.

What did Nie Qingfeng see?

He saw himself in Qiuniang's eyes——

When I was very young, I helped Qiuniang push the swing, saying that I would marry Qiuniang as my wife in the future.

Qiuniang smiled embarrassedly, and the embroidered shoes drew an arc in the air.

Ten years later, Qiuniang was pregnant, with her belly upright, walking in the courtyard, the sun was shining brightly, she looked back tenderly, "Husband."

Five years later, Qiuniang was embroidering at night with the lamp on, and the girl was sleeping beside her, but she didn't sleep well and coughed from time to time.Every time the girl coughed, Qiuniang would look at her worriedly.

The house is desolate, and the clothes on the girl's body are Baijiafu.

The autumn wind blew up, the lights danced, Qiuniang felt something, she raised her head and looked out of the window, with resentment overflowing from her eyes: "Husband."

The love is over, the hatred is lingering, and the love in the past is gone.The heart is broken, the tears are dry, and the cuckoo is singing at the end of the world.

Nie Qingfeng, what qualifications do you have to say that the past is over?

Nie Qingfeng, do you really have a clear conscience?

Nie Qingfeng...

Time was infinitely extended at that moment, Nie Qingfeng saw how Qiuniang supported the whole family after he left, how she took care of her daughter sleeplessly every night, how her soft gestures were covered with hard calluses...

"You are a coward." A male and female voice came from my ear, soft and gentle, "Cultivation? What kind of Taoism?"

Qiuniang was still standing below, her lips parted and closed, but no sound came out.

"I..." Nie Qingfeng was at a loss for a moment.

Qiuniang smiled sadly and fell to the ground as a bone.

"Is this what you said 'one pair for one lifetime'?" The voice that was neither male nor female began to rustle again, "Qiu Niang hates you~~"

Qiu Niang...

In his heart, the guilt that had been suppressed for so many years burst out of the shackles and surged into his heart, his reason was submerged in endless pain, Nie Qingfeng let out a mournful cry, and covered his head.

……

After letting go of his hands, Nie Qingfeng greeted Ming Hua with a little cinnabar between his brows and a flirtatious expression: "Surprise!"

Ming Hua: "..."