The gate of the courtyard is open.

Master Xiao’s great disciple, the old man who sharpened his knife, lives in a small yard.

The yard was empty, and nothing could be seen except for a pile of firewood that was neatly stacked. His life was obviously very simple.

Gao Jianfei went to boil two pots of boiling water and brewed another pot of good tea. The two young men sat in the yard and chatted slowly under the quiet night sky.

Su Weiyun spoke first: "Xiao Gao, aren't Brother Zhu Meng and Sima and others with you? How are they?"

Gao Jianfei said: "Sima Chaoqun took his wife to retreat to the world and lived in seclusion in the mountains and fields. I saw them once a few days ago."

"Just..." Gao Jianfei said again: "But Brother Zhu Meng is disheartened and never wants to be a worldly being world again."

Su Weiyun said: "Okay, this may not be a good thing."

Gao Jianfei sighed and stopped talking. He turned to look at the old man who was sharpening his knife and asked, "By the way, Master, you just said that Brother Su's sword is very magical, I don't know where the god is?"

The old man sharpened the knife and picked up the teacup that was breathing white, took a sip, and said, "Since it is magical, it is naturally hard to say. How can I say it?"

Gao Jianfei smiled bitterly and said, "My master asked me to learn the art of sword art from you, but after learning it for so long, I have learned some basics. I really don't know how to explain it to him when I go back."

The old man sharpening the knife laughed and said, "A person who uses a sword knows how to look at his own sword. If you know too much, it will be bad."

Gao Jianfei said: "It's not good to know too much?"

The old man sharpened his sword sighed and said, "People are popular, swords have sword energy, and all things in the world have their own unique energy. The sword energy is sharp and often contaminated with killing. If you observe too many swords, you will inevitably be hurt!"

Gao Jianfei stopped talking. It was obviously not the first time he heard the old man sharpening the knife chanting.

Su Weiyun's expression moved, but asked, "I wonder what are the 'Sword of Damn God's Sword' that I have seen before?"

The old man sharpened his knife and looked at him meaningfully and said slowly: "When Lan Yichen made a fight with Dao Ren Gu of Bashan, my junior brother accidentally smeared his sword. I knew something was wrong, so I wanted to go to Bashan Sword House to find him to ask for mercy."

Su Weiyun said: "Bashan Jianlu is one of the famous places for swordsmanship, and I believe it is very welcome to seniors."

The old man sharpened his sword nodded and said, "No. That day, I arrived at Bashan Sword House, and I must help the Bashan swordsmen to take a sword."

Su Weiyun said: "Is it because of the sword of the Bashan Swordsman who once hurt your eyes?"

The old man sharpened his sword shook his head and said, "The Bashan swordsman fought against Lan Yichen. The sword in his hand had been cut off by Lan Yichen with a sword energy skill, and it was no longer possible to match him."

He turned his head, as if he could see Su Weiyun's doubts, and said, "It's not Lan Yichen's ancient Lanshan Sword, he hasn't gotten that good sword yet!"

Gao Jianfei asked from the side: "Didn't there be other peerless swordsmen in addition to them?"

The old man sharpened his sword said, "Although there are no swordsmen in Bashan Jianlu, they treasure many swords."

Su Weiyun suddenly said, "It must have been left by swordsmen from all generations of Bashan Jianlu."

Bashan Jianlu has a long history and is well-known in the martial arts world. I don’t know how many famous swordsmen have ever broken with a set of “Returning Wind Dance Willow Sword”.

There are naturally many hidden swords there.

The old man sharpening the knife continued, "After I went, this generation of Taoist Gu learned about my identity, and was a banquet for a big banquet and helped me plead for love. It was difficult to stop the affection, so I had to agree to go to the sword hut and help them meet the sword used by Taoist Gu in the past generations."

Gao Jianfei said: "What are the good looks of the swords of the ancients?"

The old man sharpening the knife said, "Haha, it's just that Taoist Gu wants to see a few so-called magical arts of the phase sword."

Gao Jianfei said: "Is the master of the master naturally able to match each other with each other? "

The old man sharpening the knife said, "Of course. But it was also since that time that I have traveled all over the world, traveled around the world, and lived a wandering life."

Su Weiyun suddenly said, "It's just because the senior had injured the god for the sword that time?"

The old man sharpened his sword said: "Most of the swords of Dao Ren Gu in Bashan are famous swords, but they are just famous swords, which have not yet amazed me."

"only......."

"Just what?"

The old man sharpening the knife showed a look of surprise and fear, and said, "It's just that there is a spiritual snake sword in it, winding down, and it's very spiritual. There is a faint sword intent rippling in it, and I hardly dare to take a look at it a few more."

When Gao Jianfei heard this, he was even more curious and asked anxiously: "That sword is amazing? What mysterious material is it made of and what kind of strange method is it made of?"

Their sects are all masters of swords, sword-making, and sword-making.

Unexpectedly, the old man sharpening the knife said: "No, that spirit snake sword is a very ordinary spirit snake sword, but it is very magical, and no one can do anything about it."

Gao Jianfei widened his eyes, as if he was not very satisfied with the answer.

At this time, the old man sharpening the knife said to Su Weiyun again: "If you want to use your two-handed sword technique in the future, you might as well get the sword to relieve your murderous aura."

Su Weiyun looked at the old man sharpening the knife in surprise, and for a while he was speechless.

The old man sharpened the knife and smiled again, "Don't be surprised. I have seen swords for decades and can always see more things than others."

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Ying Wuwu has used the sword for decades, and he also uses the Spirit Snake Sword.

Di Qinglin has only been learning swords for eleven years.

Di Qinglin pulled out the soft spiritual dragon sword from his waist, and suddenly, he attacked the seventy-two white waxes neatly placed in the secret room like a thunderous wind and electricity.

However, the spiritual snake sword that Ying Wuwu always turns into a bright sword light at critical moments, blocking Di Qinglin's sword Feng's way.

Seventy-two white candles gradually faded one by one.

Ordinary flames cannot withstand the array of sword energy such as masters.

Although the flames were extinguished, the sky was almost dawn.

The two of them fought fiercely all night.

Di Qinglin finally withdrew his sword.

Ying Wuwu returned to the futon he had sat cross-legged, with a lot of fatigue and fatigue in his expression.

"Did you succeed this time?"

Di Qinglin's face was still calm, and he seemed to be unable to use up his energy.

Instead of speaking, he walked to the white candle and slowly lifted it up.

The candle was lifted only halfway because it had been completely cut from the area below three inches.

Di Qinglin picked up another candle, but it was still the case.

He lifted up the seventy-two candles one by one, and the fracture opening was very flat, and the size of the fracture was not bad at all. In such a dark night, even if someone measured it with a ruler, it would be difficult to measure it so accurately!

It was all made of the sword in his hand.

Although I didn't open my eyes to see it, I could feel it.

He sighed: "I didn't expect that you had succeeded in the eleventh sword test. Now even if Yang Hen is the 'Farewell Hook', he can't be your opponent!"

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Farewell hook.

Yang Hen could no longer be resurrected, but his biological son Yang Zheng dyed another person's blood with the farewell hook.

He was fleeing with Lu Suwen.

Escape to a quiet mountain village.

He must first place Lu Suwen in a place that is absolutely safe and cannot be found by anyone. Only in this way can he complete what he should have done with confidence.

Lu Suwen was still surprised why he came back so soon, but after learning that Zhao Zheng died in his hands, his heart was hanging and could not be put down again.

"That kind of person should be killed. The big case is imminent. He is still in the mood to run to the brothel to sleep with a girl. If I say that this case has nothing to do with him, I will definitely not believe it."

Lu Suwen said: "But what about you? You killed someone and had a murder. What should you do?"

Yang Zheng said: "I will capture Wang Zhenfei. As long as I find the 1.8 million taels of silver that were robbed, I will be fine."

"But before that, I'm going to find someone."

"Can he help you? Who is he?"

"Su Weiyun."

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A bamboo table and a pot of good wine.

The two sat opposite each other.

Liu Changjie: "I heard you say that Di Qinglin is a martial arts genius who is rare, but I have seen him, but I don't think he is as good as you said."

The little old man said, "That's because he hasn't completely untied his heart."

Liu Changjie: "What is his heart knot?"

The little old man said, "Spotless!"

Liu Changjie asked, "Spotless? What is spotless?"

The old man said, "He comes from a first-class family and enjoys the cleanest treatment on weekdays. Whether it is the dishes, hot water for bathing, or close-fitting clothes, they must be the cleanest. This is spotless."

"His woman must be clean. After he uses it, he will never give it to others again. This is also a kind of cleanliness."

Liu Changjie laughed and said, "He can guarantee that his woman will be clean when she goes, but his woman may not be clean when she comes."
To be continued...