The next day, Qingyan and Qin Mu stood under a tall peach tree, while Zhao Ling'er sat on a stone pier, shaking her legs and stared at the two of them with interest.

Qing Yan looked at the Qingluan sword in his hand and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, I remember that day in the secret room, but I just held the hilt of the sword and lost consciousness. I don't remember cutting off the man's wrist. Did my grandfather misunderstand?"

Qin Mu smiled and shook his head, "That day, only King Wu, you and the assassin were in the secret room. And after I went in, I saw you holding the Qingluan Sword tightly in your right hand. Who else could you have been killed?"

I looked at the Qingluan sword in my hand again, which was no different from that in the secret room of the day. With this sword body that was softer than ordinary soft swords, how could it be that man in gray robe who was much better than his martial arts skills? So I continued to ask: "Grandpa, I haven't even touched the sword a few times, how could I use this strange sword in my hand to cut off that man's wrist?"

Hearing this, Qin Mu's smile gradually calmed down and he said seriously: "This is the skill in your body!"

Lingxiao Jue! Sure enough.

The moment he lost consciousness that day, he felt the internal force in the Qi Sea quickly spread throughout his body, and then gathered in the Qingluan Sword injected into his right arm. But I didn’t know what happened afterwards. It seemed that as I guessed, Lingxiao Jue had a great relationship with this Qingluan Sword.

Qin Mu looked at Qingyan who was thinking and asked, "Qingyan, you can answer this question or not. Grandpa asked you, what else has you learned in your body besides the Buddhist internal energy left to you by Dharma wisdom?"

When Qingyan heard this question, he informed Qin Mu of everything that happened in Tieli Mountain without hesitation. Qingyan was so honest and had no resistance or concern in his heart. He knew that if even his closest relatives could not believe it in this world, it would be better to die.

After listening carefully to Qingyan's explanation, Qin Mu looked at Qingyan kindly and said with a smile: "It seems that you are quite conscientious, Ling'er, you don't know anything. When your brother just woke up, he thought that his grandfather and uncle were peeping at his kung fu. If it weren't for your stone, he might not have recognized us."

Hearing this, Zhao Ling'er widened her eyes and looked at Qingyan with a surprised look: "Brother, you are really brave. Who doesn't know that the father and son in Taohua Valley have a very bad temper. Maybe only the two brothers and sisters in the world can talk to them like this. If anyone else had already known each other, you would have never known how many holes were pierced. But before you recognized each other, you dared to contradict your grandfather and uncle like this. It's amazing, Ling'er admires it!"

Without caring about Zhao Linger's joke, Qing Yan said to Qin Mu: "Grandpa, I still have a slight understanding of this skill. It is better for you and your uncle to practice it, which can not only increase your skills but also teach me."

But Qin Mu not only did not agree, but also laughed and scolded: "Did you be purely hearted to your grandfather and uncle? You said that you could learn this Lingxiao Art at that time and it would be a lifetime of death. I think this life was caused by your shallow foundation. If you practiced with your uncle, you would have bleeding from seven orifices without half a stick of incense and your meridians would be broken and die."

"Ah?" Qing Yan was shocked when he heard this. He thought that the more unfounded the Lingxiao Art, the more effective the practice of practicing the Lingxiao Art, the more you can achieve. Therefore, the pain he suffered at that time was ultimately the master's internal strength.

"If you remember correctly, Lingxiao Jue has clearly warned those who practiced the practice that if you practice other internal skills and then practiced Lingxiao Jue, you will undoubtedly seek death. The gray-haired beast named Ah Dai must know the danger of this skill, so he sat on those lines of words to make you refine the Lingxiao Jue with no choice."

"Gray-haired beast? A Dai? Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Zhao Ling'er seemed to not care what Ling Xiaojue meant to the people of the Jianghu, but focused on A Dai.

"A Dai is a small animal I met in Tieli Mountain. She is very cute in gray hair."

"Is it so cute? You must have some fun if you have the chance."

After laughing, Qin Mu looked at the sky with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice: "Okay, that's all about the joke, Qingyan, do you know the eight magical skills?" After seeing Qin Mu's attitude change, Qingyan also put away his smile and replied: "My teacher once said something a little bit, don't ask about the waterfall in the illusion, the jade roaming in the sky with eight arms. This poem talks about the eight magical skills."

Qin Mu nodded and then asked, "Do you know what kind of martial arts it is? Who knows it?"

Qingyan replied: "The Thirteen Swords of Our Peach Blossom Valley, the Four Divine Monks of the Apocalypse of the Heavenly Revelation of the Four Divine Monks of the Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain, and the Dameng Aotian, the current leader of the Qingzhu Gang, and the rest are the Great illusion and darkness techniques, Taiyin and Huanghuang, the Flying Waterfall, the Eight-Armed Divine Ape, and the Jade Clear Mirror."

"The three martial arts you are familiar with are not a big secret in the world. It seems that your master Fazhi has not told you everything. You should be afraid that the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Then do you want to know which sect is mastered by the other five sects?" Qin Mu asked in a deep voice.

Qingyan nodded heavily.

Qin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, "The magical method of Zhaixing Pavilion, the Taiyin of Liren Valley, the waterfall of Taifeng on Yishan Island, the eight-armed divine ape in Wanbeast Palace, and the Yuqing Mixed Mountains of Qingcheng School. Except for Wanbeast Palace in Xiliang and Yishan Island in Beiyan, the other six are all in our Nanzhao."

It turned out that what Zhao Jing said that day was not false, and Li Rengu really mastered a skill.

After finally understanding all the martial arts of the eight great magical skills, Qing Yan was a little excited, "Grandpa, although I don't know which of the eight magical skills is better, in that poem, we should have a reason, right?"

Qin Mu shook his head slowly: "As far as I can tell, we who have mastered these eight magical skills have never fought each other. Although we had a sense of competitive spirit many years ago, except for the four monks in Zhanlu Temple, now your master has passed away, it should be said that there are three. Except for them and your grandfather and me, everyone else, including Lin Jialuo, is a dragon who has seen his head but not his tail, let alone compete with him."

Sighing slowly, Qin Mu continued, "So if my grandfather expected it would be right, this poem ranks us first, not because Mo Wen's sword technique is higher than other martial arts, but because of something in the Peach Blossom Valley."

One thing?

Qing Yan pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised the Qingluan sword in his hand and asked in disbelief: "Grandpa, what you wouldn't be talking about is the Qingluan sword in my hand, right?"

"It's this green phoenix."

Hearing the accurate answer, Qingyan carefully observed the Qingluan Sword. He saw that the Qingluan Sword was quickly lifted up and the blade was swaying back and forth regularly. Apart from the strange shape, he really couldn't see anything strange about this sword that could make Mo Wen's sword technique ranked first in the eight gods.

"Grandpa, I have always been curious about who created this poem and what standards he ranks eight martial arts. Has he competed with these people one by one? And how did this person know that the Qingluan Sword is in our Peach Blossom Valley? How could he be sure that with the Qingluan Sword, don't ask the sword technique to rank first?" Qing Yan asked a series of questions in his heart.

Several consecutive questions were smelled, and Qin Mu remained silent for a while. After a while, he answered: "My grandfather doesn't know about your questions."

"But what my grandfather knew was that this poem first appeared in the world, seventy years ago."

Seventy years ago? It’s been a long time.

"Grandpa, according to the man in gray robe that day, this Qingluan sword was not cast in Peach Blossom Valley. Since you sealed the sword in the secret room, you must have some understanding of this sword. Qingyan wants to know who the owner of the Qingluan sword was? Where did grandpa get this sword?" Qingyan felt that there would definitely be an answer to this question.

"This sword was obtained by the first head of the family, which is my father. When my grandfather was young, he was as curious as you. At first, my father didn't tell me anything about the Qingluan Sword, but when he was about to drive to the west, he told me the truth."

Speaking of this, Qin Mu continued to say with great recollection: "That night, my father called me to my side and told me that this Qingluan sword was given to me by a mysterious man. Although the mysterious man's martial arts are unfathomable, the purpose of giving the sword is not very profound. Instead, seeing that my father's attainment in swordsmanship is rare in the world, he gave him the Qingluan sword."

Qingyan just thought it was an ordinary past, but Qin Mu's next words made Qingyan stand on the spot.

"My father asked the mysterious man why he didn't pass it on to his descendants at that time. The mysterious man said that he had no descendants, and that the world was already boring to him. He was ready to retire to the mountains and forests. Perhaps because of his interest, he gave my father a few sword techniques, saying that he didn't want the world to be so boring. These few sword techniques are the prototype of the Thirteen Swords of Mowen."

Qingyan's mind exploded like thunder at this moment, and then a few lines of words appeared clearly in front of him.

[After first traveling to the rivers and lakes, no one wins after ten years. So I came to Wuwang to see the vast sea, which was five years. Later, I climbed Kunlun to see the sky, and another five years. Fortunately, I learned a skill, and rely on this inferior learning, kill all the enemies and enemies, defeat all the heroes, and traverse all the seas, making the world even more invincible.]

[However, when you are not confused, there is no hero in the world who can take one move or another, and the heroes will hold their hands. Alas! I have been seeking an enemy in my life but cannot get it, and I am truly lonely and embarrassed. I am only living in seclusion in the deep valley and spending the rest of my life in vain.]

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Looking at Qingyan, whose forehead was already covered with cold sweat, Qin Mu paused for a moment and continued: "My grandfather had just vaguely guessed that the eight great skills in the world should all be from the hands of this mysterious man, and this Qingluan sword must have been with him back then. But after you finished talking about the valley, my grandfather was 90% sure that the dry bones in the stone chamber were this mysterious man."

This shocking secret that was better than the other made Qingyan's brain unable to react in time. When Zhao Ling'er walked over and patted Qingyan's shoulder, Qingyan recovered a little.

He stuttered, "Uncle... Grandpa, you mean that the Lingxiao Art I got from the dry bones of the stone chamber inspired the Qingluan sword given to the first head of the family that the mysterious man had given to the first generation of the family. So you are sure that the place where the mysterious man retired to the mountains and forests was the stone chamber in Tieli Mountain, and that dry bone was the mysterious man."

Speaking of this, Qing Yan shook his head and continued, "And grandfather, you said Mo Wen Thirteen Swords were also from the hands of a mysterious man, and then guessed that the other eight magical skills were also related to the mysterious man. Finally, combined with the words said to the first generation head of the family and the words left in the stone chamber."

"Can I think so that the mysterious man was invincible in the world when he was in his forties. No one in the world could walk through a move under his hands. Then the master retired lonelyly in the valley of Tieli Mountain. Before he retired, he was afraid that the rivers and lakes would still be stagnant, so he found eight martial arts geniuses to guide them in martial arts and formed the eight magic skills today?"
Chapter completed!