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During dinner, neither Yang Guo nor Zhu Qingyun talked about the unexpected kiss in the afternoon.

Yang Guo didn't dare to mention it, but Zhu Qingyun didn't take it to heart at all.

Zhu Qingyun was taken to Zhongnan Mountain by Qiu Chuji when he was five years old. He was still the youngest son, and he didn't know what love was.Then he practiced in the Quanzhen Sect, taking tranquility and inaction as the foundation of his cultivation, getting rid of passion and desire, cutting off love and thoughts, and even knew nothing about love.Therefore, Zhu Qingyun didn't know what Yang Guo's kiss really meant, he just thought it was a way for him to express his joy.

If Yang Guo knew what he was thinking, he didn't know whether he should be happy or worried.

Yang Guo stole a glance at Zhu Qingyun as soon as he took a bite of the rice, Zhu Qingyun was annoyed by his staring, and said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Yang Guo hesitated for a while, then said: "I won the sword competition, won't Master give me some rewards?"

Zhu Qingyun said strangely: "This is the first time I've heard of an apprentice begging for a reward from the master. I taught you so hard, so it's fine if you don't respect me, but I still want to reward you instead?"

Yang Guo scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Then what does Master want? Guo'er will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire to get it for you."

"I don't want anything." Zhu Qingyun was silent for a moment, then said again: "Tell me, what reward do you want?"

Yang Guo immediately said joyfully, "I want Master to answer a question for me."

Zhu Qingyun said, "Ask."

Yang Guo thought for a moment and said: "Master once said that the reason why he accepted me as an apprentice is because I look like a person. Guoer wants to know, who is that person?"

Zhu Qingyun looked up at him and said, "Why do you want to know this?"

Yang Guo said, "It's just curiosity."

Zhu Qingyun said calmly, "That man's name is Dugu Sheng, and he's my father."

Hearing this, Yang Guo secretly heaved a sigh of relief, luckily it wasn't the kind of relationship he guessed.

I just heard Zhu Qingyun continue to calmly say: "He is a pure swordsman. He doesn't need a family, a wife and children, or fame and fortune. As long as he has a sword, that's enough for him. When I was five years old, my mother died of illness, and I When Dad came to see her for the last time, I followed him and became his supporter. Later, it was still because of the sword that he abandoned me."

Yang Guo didn't expect that Zhu Qingyun's life experience was so similar to his own, but he never mentioned it to others, and he was silently strong.

Yang Guo couldn't help feeling infinite pity in his heart, and said: "Then have you ever blamed him?"

Zhu Qingyun shook his head slightly, and said: "Between me and the sword, he chose the sword. This is his pursuit, and I don't blame him. The two months I lived with him were still the best days of my life. "

"You are better than me." Yang Guo said: "I have never seen what my father looks like. All I know about him is from other people, and they are all bad evaluations."

Zhu Qingyun said: "Don't worry about what other people say, just think of him as the best in your mind."

Yang Guo nodded vigorously and said, "Master is absolutely right."

Zhu Qingyun turned and said, "Why does Guoer want to practice martial arts?"

Yang Guo said firmly, "In order not to be bullied anymore, and to protect those who want to be protected."

Zhu Qingyun was silent for a moment, got up and entered the room, and came out after a while with a book in his hand.

"Take it." Zhu Qingyun sat down and handed the book in his hand to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo took it and took a closer look. On the cover of the book were four strong characters: Dugu Nine Swords.

Zhu Qingyun said: "This "Nine Swords of Dugu" was left to me by my father before he left, so that I could learn to use it. Later, I joined the Quanzhen Sect to practice Qingxiu, and the swordsmanship in it was too much for me. Ruthless, killing intent is too strong, so I didn't practice it. Now I will give it to you as a reward for winning this sword competition, so I should make the best use of it."

Yang Guo said happily, "Thank you, Master!"

Zhu Qingyun said: "This sword manual was written by my father when he was young. Although it is powerful, it has not reached the peak. You don't have to have too high expectations."

Yang Guo said: "Master is willing to give such a precious thing to Guo'er, Guo'er is already very grateful."

Zhu Qingyun nodded, and said: "Remember to practice privately, and never use the sword skills here to compete with Quanzhen disciples, you know?"

Yang Guo said, "Guo Er remembers it."

After dinner, Yang Guo went back to his room, lay on the bed and read "Dugu Nine Swords".

The more he turned backwards, the more he slapped the bed with admiration, and he fell in admiration for this senior Dugu who had never met before.

Dugu Nine Swords has a total of nine styles, and there are 360 ​​changes in the general formula alone. The Pojian style breaks through all the sword styles of all schools and schools in the world, and there are also Po Dao Style, Po Gun Style, Po Palm Style, Po Qi Style, etc. , with all kinds of changes and possibilities, almost broke the world's martial arts, and its power is astonishing.

The most mysterious thing is that the Dugu Nine Swords are not bound by internal force, even those who lose all internal force can still defeat the enemy with the mysterious sword style.

Yang Guo couldn't help thinking, this senior Dugu had reached such a state when he was young, has he reached the state of perfection and invincible now?

But Zhu Qingyun was able to give himself such a precious sword manual without any regrets, and his love is clearly revealed.

Thinking of this, Yang Guo beamed with joy and laughed happily.

***

At the time of Zi, it was the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

Between the dense pines and cypresses, there were two people standing, looking closely under the moonlight, they were actually Zhao Zhijing and his apprentice Lu Qingdu.

Zhao Zhijing shouted in a deep voice, "Take off your clothes."

Hearing this, Lu Qingdu fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowed, and begged in tears, "Master, please forgive... please forgive me this time! I swear, I will definitely tear that little bastard Yang Guo into pieces. To relieve the hatred in Master's heart. Master, let Qing Du be spared this time, Master! Please! Master! Please spare me once!"

Zhao Zhijing remained indifferent, and said, "Do you want me to take it off for you?"

Lu Qingdu suddenly trembled all over his body, as if he had thought of something terrible, he said in panic, "No, no, no! Don't!"

Zhao Zhijing held a long whip in his right hand at some point, swung his arm, and made a loud sound, which made Lu Qingdu tremble in fright, "Then why are you dawdling?! Get off!"

With tears all over his face, Lu Qingdu stood up from the ground tremblingly, untied his belt awkwardly, and took off the clothes on his body until nothing was hanging, and stood one foot away from Zhao Zhijing with folded arms.

With all his clothes removed, Lu Qingdu's body was covered with intricate scars. His chest, back, arms, and legs seemed to be entangled with hundreds of black snakes, which looked very ferocious under the shadow of the moonlight. terrible.

From this point of view, Lu Qingdu has only one face left intact.

Zhao Zhijing moved closer to him, Lu Qingdu was so frightened that he trembled like chaff, but he didn't dare to take half a step back.

After the sound of the whip, Lu Qingdu suddenly got a new wound, his skin was ripped open and blood was dripping.

Then came the second, third, fourth...

Lu Qingdu covered his face and stood there, like a thin tree, letting the whip rain down on him.

He no longer begged for mercy, because he knew it was useless.He could only bear it, telling himself over and over again, just bear it.

After a while, Lu Qingdu couldn't find a piece of intact skin on his body, his flesh was bloody and it was very scary.

Zhao Zhijing threw away his whip, and said coldly, "Wipe off the blood on your body."

Lu Qingdu knew that this sentence meant that tonight's punishment would enter the next stage.

A stage that is a hundred times crueler than flesh and blood.

Lu Qingdu bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground, endured the severe pain and wiped away the blood bit by bit.

Zhao Zhijing ordered again: "Lie down on that rock."

Like an unconscious zombie, Lu Qingdu lay down on the rock as he said.

The next moment, Lu Qingdu was directly penetrated.

His whole body was convulsed with pain, and his consciousness began to blur.

He heard a suppressed and emotional call: "Qing Yun..."

Who is Qingyun?he does not know.

He just felt pain, as if he was going to die the next moment.

But he didn't die.

Lu Qingdu saw the rising sun again, which was no different from the previous sunrise.

He struggled to get up, and something sticky flowed from between his legs.

Bending down to pick up the blood-stained clothes and holding them in his arms, Lu Qingdu staggered forward.

He knew that there was a mountain spring not far away, which could wash away the dirt on his body.

After washing, he was still deer clear.