Just as Qingyan was shocked and said his guess, a gray shadow suddenly flashed past Qingyan and Zhao Ling'er, and then Qin Qiushui followed closely like lightning.

Qingyan knew that the gray shadow was Ah Dai before, and looked at Qin Qiushui who was chasing behind Ah Dai. He was still the same outfit as yesterday. Could it be that this man and beast have been competing since yesterday and have not yet decided the outcome?

Zhao Linger was very interested in this scene. She shouted in a delicate voice at Qin Qiushui's back: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Qin Qiushui shouted without looking back after hearing the voice: "Good Ling'er, help your uncle catch this beast quickly. If you make a contribution, your uncle will be rewarded!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ling'er chased Qin Qiushui in the direction where he left.

Although this little episode is very funny, Qingyan just paid attention to it and then asked Qin Mu: "Grandpa, if what you expected is not bad, then the martial arts of this mysterious man may no longer be that mortals can reach. Just give some advice and make these eight people the top masters in the martial arts world. If they are still alive, how terrifying it would be!"

"If our grandfather and grandson guessed, then this master is not a mortal. My father was able to rank in the top ten in the world, and there was no one who used swords, but he could not take a single move under that master."

Then he shook his head and said, "These are just grandpa's guesses. What is the truth? I believe no one can know after so many years, but what is certain is that Lingxiao Jue can indeed inspire the Qingluan Sword, and Lingxiao Jue itself is a top martial art that is no less than the eight great magical skills."

Qingyan nodded heavily: "Grandpa said it well. If it weren't for the Lingxiao Art, I wouldn't know how many times I've died. Not only can it heal the wound very quickly, but after these days of continuous practice, I found that the toughness of my skin and muscles and bones had changed a lot, but these are passive changes, and the internal strength in my sea of ​​qi is still difficult to control."

Hearing this, Qin Mu smiled again, "Although grandpa is not as good as the mysterious man's martial arts skills, he is not a mediocre person. So from today on, grandpa will help you master the Lingxiao Art as soon as possible." He paused and said, "According to your words, the Lingxiao Art is divided into six realms, Xuanmingtai, Zhengshenyang, Jinshulian, Wengtiangu, Tonglizhen, and Xingxiao, right?"

Qingyan nodded, and then Qin Mu praised, "You understand these six realms well. They correspond to qi, spirit, skin, bone, essence, and momentum. If you first enter the threshold, it will be like you are now. If you have a slight success, then you will be as qi as rainbow, spirit as condensed, skin as brocade, bones as steel, essence as sun, and momentum as broken bamboo. If you can truly understand the essence and achieve great success, then you will most likely become that mysterious person, and you will be invincible in the world."

Although these words were very attractive, Qingyan still shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Grandpa, I know what you said must be good, but I am afraid that I can't even reach a small opportunity in Chengdu."

Seeing Qing Yan's dejected look on his face, Qin Mu cursed with a smile: "You little brat, sometimes you are as smart as your mother, but sometimes you are stupid but like your father. You really deserve to be the child of these two people. Well, you didn't want to say these words, but you'll tell you the truth, right?"

"Given my grandfather's understanding of the old monk Fazhi, if you are stupid, he will never accept you as his disciple even if he dies hundreds of times, and he will not pass on his internal power to you. Among the four monks of Apocalypse, he has the highest vision of Fazhi. Do you understand what grandfather said?"

Hearing this, Qingyan's eyes were filled with excitement and said in surprise: "Grandpa, do you mean I can really master the Lingxiao Art? Then can I learn Mo Wen's Thirteen Swords as powerful as you?"

"I think it's pretty beautiful. I'm going to fly if I don't know how to climb. You guys understand the Qingluan sword first. Come on, gather your energy and concentrate your mind, and slowly pour the internal force in the sea of ​​qi into the sword."

Qingyan laughed, then closed his eyes and slowly started the Lingxiao Art.

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Half a month later, in the lobby of the Qingzhu Gang Lidu headquarters in Jinling City.

Zhu Jiu no longer knows how many hairs he lost in these days, nor how many times he has fired, but no matter how he arranged or planned it, he just couldn't find Qingyan.

According to recent information, nearly a month ago, Qingyan's last trace was near Jiangzhou. But almost a month later, he used tens of thousands of disciples from the gang to search for it. Not to mention humans, even a little information was difficult to find, as if Qingyan had evaporated in the human world.

At this time, Zhu Jiu glanced at the people in the hall with red eyes, and said hoarsely: "I will give you another three days. If you can't bring Qingyan to me within three days, when the time comes, I will take you to Zhanlu Temple to become a monk and a bald donkey."

When they heard that they had become monks, everyone present felt their bodies were instantly cold. If Zhu Jiu said that it would be fine if he cut a few times or cut off his hands, even if he apologized for death, no one would have been afraid. But becoming a monk would definitely be worse than death for everyone.

Everyone here is not in the rudder position and has a high power. Although they cannot do it too clearly, they are tacit in private, so Zhu Jiu's threat or punishment has a huge impact on everyone.

"Report! Report to the head of the helm, news came from Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain."

Hearing the six words "Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain", Zhu Jiu was angry again as usual. He roared at the outside of the hall: "Tell those bald donkeys, if you suck me, I will burn their broken temple!"

"Report... Report to the helm leader, the news from Zhanlu Temple is not urging you to arrest Qingyan, but said that the murderer has been found, so that we don't need to arrest Qingyan anymore. And they said that Qingyan is not the murderer who killed the monk Fazhi and the master of Shengniutang."

"Qingyan! Qingyan!! If I catch this turtle, if I swear, I will stab him 180 times before sending him to Zhanlu Temple!...Well? Wait a minute, what did you say just now?"

In the past month, Guo Nu, who was kneeling outside the door, ran to death, and even more, how many pairs of pants had worn out. However, these sufferings were not as good as spiritual destruction, because whenever he reported it, Guo Nu would bear all Zhu Jiu's anger. Although it was not directed at Guo Nu, it was indeed directed at Guo Nu.

When Guo Nu heard Zhu Jiuxiang’s question, he quickly said, “Reporting to the leader, Zhanlu Temple said that the murderer had been found, and it was very clear that the murderer was not Qingyan, so let us not look for him again.”

After hearing Guo Nu's second report in the lobby, I was very surprised. It seemed that after more than a month of trouble, I finally could calm down and not be a monk. No matter who the murderer was, I would go back first and enjoy a few days of blessings.

Just as everyone was thinking this way, Zhu Jiu still shouted angrily: "Damn it! The old bald donkeys in Zhanlu Temple are Chunxin who amused our Qingzhu Gang? If you say you don't look for it, you won't look for it? No matter who the murderer is, I only know that Qingyan's little turtle lost half of his hair in the past month. Even if he is not the murderer, I will catch him and teach him a hard lesson. Guo Nu, go and tell Wang Tianqing to continue looking for it! Find it for me!!"

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Of course Qingyan didn't know Zhu Jiu's anger. At this moment, he looked at the peach blossom petals scattered all over the ground and said with a wry smile: "Grandpa, it's normal for you to do it, but Ling'er has not done it after practicing swords for so many years. Now you let me meet the standard within three months. Are you kidding me?"

Qin Mu sat on the ground not far away, drinking a little wine while teasing Ah Dai, saying, "Don't look at Ling'er who has been practicing sword for so many years, but he only fished for two days and made it take three months to complete it. It's natural that grandpa makes sense. Don't talk nonsense anymore, you guys." After that, he shouted to Qingyan's head: "Ling'er, keep sprinkling flowers."

"Okay grandpa."

I saw Zhao Ling'er sitting on the branch above Qingyan's head. Qingyan looked upwards, thinking that her sister was not sure how light it was. She could sit for two hours without breaking it. It was really strange. As Zhao Ling'er's sweet voice came, she sprinkled a large handful of peach petals in her hands from above.

Seeing the petals falling, Qingyan quickly gathered his energy. The Qingluan sword in his hand was as hard as iron. When the first petal fell on Qingyan's head, his wrist trembled gently and slashed the Qingluan sword toward the top of his head like an antelope hanging its horns. This stroke seemed as fast as a wind, but also as slow as an old cow.

When the petals were touched, Qingyan's wrist shook lightly again, and the petals seemed to stick to the blade.

Immediately afterwards, the second petals, the third petals, all of them seemed to stick to the sword blade. No matter how the Qingluan sword swayed, they were all attached to the sword blade and did not fall.

Qingyan's movements were like getting drunk, but they were extremely elegant.

But when it reached the thirteenth petal, Qingyan's movements were obviously unnatural, and then the petals on the blade fell to the ground with the wind.

I don’t know how many times this failed. Looking at the petals all over the ground again, Qingyan was a little depressed and a little annoyed.

Zhao Ling'er slowly fell from the branch like a light boat. She held Qingyan's hand and said softly: "Brother, it's okay. Yesterday you could only maintain ten petals, and today you can maintain ten petals, which is already amazing."

Listening to Zhao Ling'er's gentle words and the warmth conveyed from his hands, Qingyan was about to speak, but Qin Mu, not far away, said first: "Ling'er, you feel sorry for this little brat's grandfather and have nothing to say, but you have to know that if he doesn't have any means to protect himself after returning to Jinling, you will be the first one to regret it. Then there is no need to say more about Jinling City, grandfather, you understand better than anyone else."

As Qin Mu said, Qingyan felt Zhao Ling'er's hand tighten slightly, and then she said softly: "Brother, how can you be so lazy? When can't you say anything if you want to talk to Ling'er? Now you are a critical moment in practicing martial arts. You must not relax, otherwise I will sue you to my grandmother when I go back." After that, he stepped down and returned to the tree branch again.

When Qingyan slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Ling'er on the tree branch with a dull expression, the latter just stuck out his tongue playfully.
Chapter completed!