Jinghong knife

Qing Ming didn't care at all, and looked around again when he heard this, his face softened a bit.

This is actually the same room where Chu Hanyang competed with him last time. The knife marks left by the two of them inadvertently remained on the table legs and other inconspicuous places. It was here that Chu Hanyang handed over Zhaoying he.

"Go out, let's compete again."

Chu Hanyang's eyes brightened, he became interested again, and raised his chin at Qing Ming.

Qing Ming was not surprised. Sometimes Chu Hanyang was a deep and terrifying person, and sometimes he was extremely childish. However, one thing never changed, and that was his love for knives.

Even in those most weak and weak days, Chu Hanyang would keep playing with a short knife, and any knife could show its true sharpness in his hands.

Qing Ming could see clearly that Chu Hanyang actually didn't believe in anyone, only the knife in his hand.And when he held the knife, it was so dazzling that people were dazzled.

Without disturbing anyone, the two quietly slipped out of the room, found a secluded place and started fighting again.

Chu Hanyang had no secrets when teaching Qing Ming, and Qing Ming already had extraordinary understanding, so his progress in sword skills was almost rapid.

If he competes with himself a few months ago, he can defeat the former him in less than thirty rounds.

But even so, when the two fought swords, Qing Ming found that he was still firmly suppressed by Chu Hanyang.

Chu Hanyang's blade was so fast that he couldn't even see it, and it was so treacherous that he could hardly guard against it. It was the speed and strength obtained from countless battles of life and death.

Neither of them made a sound, except for the sound of weapons clashing, it seemed that no one was here at all. After a while, Qing Ming began to breathe heavily.

There was only a bang, and Zhaoying and Chu Hanyang's short knives collided fiercely and made a clear sound, and the two retreated at the same time with their strength, Qingming panted slightly, and Chu Hanyang breathed heavily Then he calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

"Yes, you can persist in my hands until now, Ah Qing, your current martial arts can be ranked among the top five in Jianghu."

Chu Hanyang smiled slightly, looking at Qingming with admiration, as if looking at a good knife that was gradually sharpened.

"However, it's not enough. Uncle Sun belongs to my father, and his martial arts are actually almost the same as that of my father. If you want to kill him, you still can't do it with your current strength.

Ah Qing, look carefully, Jinghong Dao has no technique, only the moment of lore, and this is the first cut. "

Qing Ming was stunned, and immediately brought all his attention to him. Chu Hanyang's aura changed, and he seemed to be a different person. He was fierce and cold, and the blade was filled with a monstrous evil spirit, as if there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood behind him.

And Chu Hanyang himself was the stunning Shura who walked across the bloody ground with a murder weapon.

"Buzz!"

However, an ordinary short knife suddenly made a low noise in Chu Hanyang's hand.

Qingming's pupils widened in an instant, and a cold light flashed across the sky, which was shocking. The blade was like electricity, tearing the sky, with an extremely dangerous beauty.

It was as if he couldn't see anything in his eyes. In the world, he could only see this extremely stunning knife.

No one can avoid it, a peerless knife.

After the knife, there was a dead silence in the open space, Qingming's eyes were wide open, and he froze in place. After a few seconds, a faint red mark appeared on his neck, but it didn't cut the skin.

He stared blankly ahead, his hands and feet were cold and numb, as if his soul had been taken away by that knife.

Chu Hanyang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he changed into a half-smiling, half-smiling, lazy look. He walked up to Qingming, patted his face, and said with a light smile, "Ah Qing, you can see Cleared?"

Qing Ming stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and finally lowered his eyelashes.

He saw it.

Chu Hanyang deliberately slowed down, just to let him see the trajectory of the blade. However, is this something he should learn?

The slash of Jinghong, a move that is enough to dominate the martial arts, was just handed over to him by the master.

Chu Hanyang saw that he was silent with his head down and didn't say a word, thinking that he didn't see clearly, so he tugged at his sleeve.

"It doesn't matter if you don't see clearly, I will show you again."

He was about to turn around, but found that his hand was suddenly held by Qing Ming.

"Master, is it really okay to teach this kind of recruitment to your subordinates?"

Chu Hanyang raised his eyes and glanced at Qing Ming, only to see a deep look in the other party's eyes, so he smiled faintly.

"Since I promised you to be my knife, then I will believe you. Qing Ming, I will only say some things once. As a knife in my hand, it is doomed to be restless and immersed in bloody fighting all my life. But, I will give you My promise is, I am here, and the knife is here."

Qingming's eyes were full of emotion, he knelt down slowly, looked deeply at Chu Hanyang, and said in a deep voice: "Subordinate, I swear allegiance to the death."

Chu Hanyang lowered his eyes to look at him, his eyes softened a little, and finally put his hand on the top of Qingming's head, touched it, liked it in his heart, touched him again, and finally hugged him.

"Well, really obedient."

In the following time, Chu Hanyang began to explain the technique of that move to Qing Ming in detail, occasionally making gestures with a knife, but Qing Ming didn't say anything, and kept everything firmly in his heart.

The two of them practiced outside for most of the night, and it wasn't until Qing Ming was able to slightly grasp the first strike of the Jinghong Dao that Chu Hanyang stopped.

He didn't notice it when he was practicing, but when he stopped, he began to feel sleepy from his body again.

Chu Hanyang yawned, and didn't even want to take a step. He lazily leaned towards Qing Ming's body and closed his eyes.And Qingming took off his coat, put it on Chu Hanyang's body, held him steady skillfully, and rushed back to the inn.

On the second day, Chu Hanyang was still sleeping unconscious, he didn't even get up to eat breakfast, because he had to hurry, Qing Ming didn't wake him up, but just wrapped him in a blanket, carried him into the carriage, and settled down Then let the coachman drive slowly.

When he left Judao Valley, he arrived at Yaowang Valley in just a few days, but it took half a month to go back.

During the day, the carriage drove slowly, and at night, Chu Hanyang began to teach Qing Ming's sword technique. The Jinghong Sword was a move he had realized by himself, and there were six moves in total. When they returned to the Valley of Absolute Swords, Chu Hanyang Qing Ming has already taught everything.

Since you want the sharpest knife, you can't hold back when forging.

The suspect doesn't need it, the employer doesn't suspect it, Chu Hanyang didn't hide anything, and gave everything to Qing Ming.And Qing Ming did not live up to his expectations, and actually mastered those moves.

With a restrained sharp edge and a hidden evil spirit, it was as if a peerless sword had been forged little by little. In just over half a month, Qing Ming had completed a radical transformation.

And when the two returned to the Valley of the Absolute Sword again, they both felt a sense of being separated from each other.

They stepped into Chu Hanyang's remote courtyard again, and it was silent and empty.

"It seems that something happened during the time when you and I were away. It is estimated that my father came out."

Chu Hanyang glanced around, his eyes full of indifference.

"My lord, take a rest first, and my subordinates go down to tidy up the room." Qing Ming whispered.

"No, I'm going to visit my father, you do what you should do." Chu Hanyang smiled coldly, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Qingming understood, and retreated silently.

Chu Hanyang walked slowly in the Valley of the Absolute Sword. Many people were slightly surprised when they saw him. Some people quickly lowered their heads, as if they hadn't seen anything. Second son.

Chu Hanyang nodded indifferently, his eyes flickering.

Judao Valley seems simple, but in fact it has a clear division of labor and strict hierarchy.

There are six halls in the valley, each responsible for different functions.

The punishment hall is in charge of punishment and order in the valley, the medicine hall is in charge of researching pharmacology, the business hall is in charge of the shops under the name of Jue Dao Valley, the martial arts hall is in charge of training disciples and managing weapons, the sparrow hall is in charge of collecting intelligence and news, and the shadow hall is in charge of managing Jue Dao Valley. The shadow guard in the knife valley.

The six halls of Juedao Valley are loyal and not controlled by anyone, and are directly ordered by Chu Hentian.It's not that easy for him to take Judao Valley away from his father.He wants to have his own power.

The first step is to get rid of Uncle Sun first.

Uncle Sun is Chu Hentian's confidant, and Sun He was fostered under his name back then.

Chu Hanyang never believed that Sun He had poisoned him for so many years, and Uncle Sun, who was monitoring the whole valley, would not know anything about it.

Since he didn't say anything and didn't stop him, someone must have hinted at him, and that person also wanted to see Chu Hanyang fall asleep and become a useless person.

In this case, he can only disable that person's eyes first.

Chu Hanyang walked to Chu Hentian's residence and stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The wind was light and the clouds were light, the autumn air was crisp and the weather was suitable. Suddenly, a flock of flying birds started up from a distance and screamed. Chu Hanyang raised his lips coldly, turned and walked in. .

"The child has come to greet his father."

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