The yellow paper umbrella leaning against the wall on the side of the door stood in the corner and was picked up by someone.

Xu Zang picked up the yellow paper umbrella, pushed open the door, turned around, glanced at the young girl wearing a big robe in the room, and asked, "It's raining outside, girl... Are you sure you want to go out together too?"

Pei Fan, who was wearing a big black robe and seemed a little clumsy, nodded heavily, looked at Xu Zang and said resentfully: "I'm worried that Ning Yi will suffer a serious injury."

Xu Zang smiled and said, "It's nothing dangerous to kill three or two ordinary horse bandits. Besides, he is already my disciple of Shushan, so I won't let it go."

Ning Yi was dressed neatly and was speechless when he heard this sentence... It turned out that he was cut so many times before he entered Shushan last time?

The place where the waist and abdomen were cut by a knife was not too painful. There was only a slight itchy feeling burning with the flames, and more of the strange touch of the tight muscles. You could clearly feel the bandages wrap around the skin, and the whole body was like a piece of flexible steel. Ning Yi never felt that he was so light... Maybe Xu Zang was right, the danger itself is a way to stimulate people to continuously explore their potential.

"Girl...I thought you wanted to follow me and learn to kill people." Xu Zang looked at Pei Fan and smiled: "Do you want to give it a try too, I promise you won't be hurt."

Ning Yi looked at the girl in black robe who held the wall and pushed her feet into her boots. She didn't raise her head, and said two words simply and neatly.

"don't want."

Pei Fan murmured, "My father definitely doesn't want me to follow you and learn to kill people."

Xu Zang thought for a while and laughed at himself: "That's right."

The girl picked up another umbrella in the corner of the wall, which was a heavy black umbrella.

Xu Zang bought three umbrellas from outside.

Three large black robes, walked out of the inn, stepped on the muddy streets, the girl's boots were stomping on the rain, and she struggled to hold up the big black umbrella in the strong wind, slowly following the steps of the two people in front.

Ning Yi looked at the umbrella above his head, and countless tiny raindrops fell from the dome, getting bigger and bigger as they hit the umbrella, and it splashed open with a loud bang. The rain was heavy, so the raindrops that hit it were heavy and powerful.

Ning Yi's shoulders were slightly sank. He asked in confusion: "Senior... Why is my umbrella different from yours?"

Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi in a big black robe, holding the transparent and exquisite umbrella. Only the handle of the umbrella was pitch black, and the others were as thin as cicada wings. The hands of the umbrella were very stable, but the umbrella was trembling back and forth in the strong wind and rain, shaking endlessly.

"I spent a lot of money to buy it." Xu Zang said: "Don't you think this 'thing' looks good?"

Ning Yi was silent for a moment and said, "First of all... what you spent is my money."

"Secondly...Is this 'thing' good-looking?"

Ning Yi suddenly realized the difference between the words. He put away his umbrella, walked in the heavy rain, picked up the slender things in his hand and looked at them carefully. After collecting the umbrella, there was almost only a black umbrella handle left to see.

The cicada wings were gathered, leaving only a straight skeleton.

This is not an umbrella.

This is a...sword.

The three of them walked through the streets and walked through the alleys. When they were about to get out, Ning Yi raised his head and the dim fire light ignited from the alley. The man lit a fire note, and the light shot from the gap in his black robe.

Xu Zang suddenly turned around and stood in the open world outside the alley.

He looked at Ning Yi and said, "Do you want to learn the most domineering swordsmanship in Shushan?"

Ning Yi held his breath.

"I will teach you now." The man smiled and said, "You will be able to use it soon... This is a powerful sword technique that falls from the sky."

In the heavy rain, the man threw the flame.

Then he raised the yellow paper umbrella.

In an instant, he closed the umbrella surface and put it together with a "spicy" sound. He picked it up with one hand and smashed it on the ball of fire.

With a loud bang.

It was not like a light oil-paper umbrella hitting Mars.

It was like a collision between two stars, like a giant elephant rushing to hit the wall, and then smashing the wall into pieces.

The yellow paper umbrella did not easily cut the flame, but completely scattered it.

The smoke of "swish" spreads out in the heavy rain.

The white fog was curling, and the hot temperature quickly calmed down under the blow of heavy rain.

It's quiet.

Ning Yi and Pei Fan, who were standing at the entrance of the alley, looked at this scene quietly, as if they were thinking about something.

Xu Zang's sword did not use any starlight or aura.

As for brute force... it seems like it has used twelve percent of the force, but the action of holding an umbrella is too easy.

Pei Fan raised his eyebrows, weighed the big black umbrella in his hand, and asked curiously: "What is this called?"

Xu Zang did not directly answer this question.

"Everyone wants to go to the back mountain of Shushan."

"Because the back mountain of Shushan has the most domineering sword technique in the world." Xu Zang smiled: "But I was the only one who entered the back mountain that year, and I was the only one who learned it in the past ten years."

He put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "There is only one sword in the back mountain... to smash the sword."

Ning Yi has a complicated expression.

He couldn't quite understand this sword, to be precise, he couldn't quite understand this umbrella... It is very likely that his realm was too low and he couldn't understand the mystery, but he was more inclined to say that this sword had no skills at all, but it was just ordinary top-down and smashed it down like this.

Falling from the sky...

Great power...

This is an unreasonable sword.

"To be honest, I actually don't really understand the mystery of this sword. What you see and what I see in the back mountain are completely different scenes... I haven't even shown one-tenth of the sword-striking soul."

Xu Zang, a genius of swordsmanship, sighed for the sword move that he could not understand thoroughly for the first time in his life, and said, "The back mountain is a strange place... layers of restrictions, a golden circle, and a prison was drawn, and almost no one could break into it. Zhao Rui went to the back mountain and broke a great realm. After returning, he became a person, as if he had understood the great mystery between life and death, and then passed away."

"I had the honor to enter the back mountain once and saw this sword."

Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi and said seriously: "The mysterious senior in the back mountain left a blurry image. The move I saw... was not a sword, but the scene that was unstoppable was too impressive. I think he is a truly amazing senior, with an unfathomable realm. A grass or an umbrella can be regarded as a sword. If it is smashed like this, no one can withstand it."

Ning Yi scratched his head and asked, "Is this move... called smashing a sword?"

Xu Zang said seriously: "It's called smashing the sword."

Ning Yi walked out of the alley. He looked at the umbrella sword in his hand, raised it hard, and then smashed it down.

"No," Xu Zang smiled and said, "You really didn't understand."

Ning Yi was a little embarrassed.

"Practical combat is the fastest way to practice... I prefer to practice a thousand times without worry on the wooden stakes, I prefer to let you kill people with this move. If you can't kill, you will be killed." Xu Zang asked, "What do you think?"

Ning Yi said seriously: "I can practice ten thousand times against the wooden stake with great concern... Can I not be killed?"

Xu Zang shook his head and said, "The sword technique you practiced against the wooden stake can only be used to cut trees. If you want to learn the sword technique of killing, you should use it to kill people."

Ning Yi was silent.

"The Money Gang, the bandit gang that Shushan has always wanted to wipe out." Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi and said, "I will do everything evil and kill you several times. I have already worshipped by the hero Ning, who has just watched the people suffer?"

Ning Yi shook his head with a firm expression and said seriously: "I will avenge you if you have any grudges."

"Okay, I admire you." Xu Zang patted Ning Yi's shoulder, took the umbrella sword from his hand, threw a sword flower, and said, "This sword cost me... I have spent a lot of money. Cherish it well. Do you know how to use it? Hold down the handle of the umbrella and flip the umbrella bone, which is the sword edge."

Ning Yi nodded.

......

......

In the heavy rain, three people ran out of the city.

"At midnight, there will be four bandits from the Money Gang riding horses by eighteen miles south of the city." Xu Zang said in a mute tone: "Four people, four horses, from meeting to the end of the operation, you only have half a stick of incense to kill them all."

Ning Yi nodded after hearing this, and suddenly asked curiously: "Why do you have this information, and... why can you still buy such an umbrella sword?"

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Ning Yi, do you know why this Emperor of Sui can live so long?"

Ning Yi knew that this Emperor of the Sui Dynasty had lived for six hundred years, and in addition to his profound level of cultivation... he could not think of any other reason.

He shook his head.

"Because Emperor Taizong never asks why, especially when he was young and had not yet grown up."

Ning Yi's face was a little embarrassed and slightly red.

Xu Zang raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "Don't be curious about things you shouldn't be curious about... When you stand at a sufficient height, you will find that many things are no longer secrets."

Ning Yi silently remembered it.

"Information is very important when walking around the world." Xu Zang lowered his eyebrows and said, "Killing someone or being killed by someone is sometimes just because of the transmission of intelligence, the ending will become completely different."

I soon arrived at eighteen miles south of the city.

Ning Yi stood in the middle of the road with an umbrella sword, waiting for the arrival of Mid-Time.

It was heavy rain.

The boy standing with an umbrella closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing.

The sound of rain in his ears became lighter and louder, and the sound of horse hooves became louder and louder.

It was about to arrive at midnight, and there was a sound of horse hooves on the official road 18 miles south of the city.
To be continued...