In the burning camp, corpses were everywhere. The pungent smell of blood was made into a more terrifying smell in the blazing flames, rushing straight into the nostrils, making people almost unable to breathe.

In the swaying fire, the mountain ghost held the book and looked at the person who was kneeling in front of him, the Northern Dynasty man who was trembling with fear.

He sighed, pointed at those words, and said to the scared guy:

"These words are pronounced 'Tao, instrument, inheritance, shadow'. I know how to read them and I can write them roughly, but I don't know what they mean by connecting them."

"Did you remember the pronunciation of these words?"

The mountain ghost said something to the frightened Northern Dynasties.

That posture was like Qingqing taught him how to read.

Facing the mountain ghost's questioning, the guy who escaped death nodded repeatedly, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the mountain ghost. He said:

"Hero, I remember."

"Yeah, just remember it."

Gongsun Yu took a step back, put away the book, and held the hilt of the sword behind him with his left hand.

The guy kneeling on the ground knew that he was going to die, so he howled, turned around and rushed out, running staggeringly, trying to avoid death.

but...

"Swoosh"

The wind blows from behind.

He lowered his head in shock and saw a strange-shaped black sword piercing from the back of his heart and from his chest.

The blood spread along the blade, dripping onto the ground, and he felt all his strength being pulled away, and his body fell softly into the burning camp.

On his dying moment, he saw the mountain ghost standing beside him and said to him in a serious tone:

"After going down to the underworld, find a knowledgeable soul and ask me what these words mean."

"If you turn into a ghost and ask for my life, it will be better. Come on and bring what I want to know."

After the last thief of the Northern Dynasty was executed, the mountain ghost put away his sword and was about to leave this place of death.

But after a few steps, the mountain ghost stopped again.

He looked back at the axe-holder who had been killed before, tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked forward and untied a delicate hidden weapon bracelet from the wrist of the corpse.

He picked up the two blood-stained hand axes under his feet and looked at them.

If he remembers correctly, Shen Qiu has been practicing martial arts recently, and it seems that he is practicing the axe, and the mountain ghost looks at it in the light of fire.

These two axes are not heavy, they look about 1 or 2 kilograms.

It has double-edged blades, one end is large and the other end is small, the handle is quite short, and it is held in the hand, with excellent balance and can be used as a flying axe.

The cold air was shining under the fire, and it was obvious that it was the best killer.

But Shen Qiu's 16-year-old body is not sure if he can afford to dance these two axes.

When I thought of an agreement between him and Shen Qiu, it was almost impossible for the ignorant to catch his sword.

But he held a magic weapon in his hand. Since he picked up this black sword, he has been cutting gold and jade, and has not yet achieved any defeat.

It would be too bullying to ask Shen Qiu to take the firewood axe to catch his sword.

The mountain ghost narrowed his eyes.

He didn't want to take advantage of Shen Qiu, so that guy taught him to read and practice calligraphy. In his memory, when he was a child, the master in the village said something about gentlemen and so on.

Maybe I am not a gentleman, but...

A moment later, Gongsun Yu pulled out a horse from the forest, one of several war horses that escaped in chaos.

He put two axes, rice and grain found from the camp and spare clothes in his axolt, turned over the horse, grabbed the reins, and disappeared quickly into the darkness.

This time I have been away from home for 5 days, and the Northern Dynasties bandits have also shown signs of retreating.

It's time to go home.

One night passed, and in the early morning, more than a dozen men in black gathered in the burned camp. The Duke-General, who was holding a single sword, squatted on the ground. In front of him, the body of his confidant.

But it has been burned and no valuable clue can be found.

"Enter his mother!"

Lord Tuan cursed in a low voice.

He was very upset.

This team of people was not the first to be attacked by mountain ghosts. They have sent additional personnel to avoid the small number of people and being massacred when they encounter mountain ghosts.

But even if the person who doubled the number was defeated by the elusive mountain ghost?

The people behind Du Tong looked at each other. It was not the first time they had come to collect the body of their companions.

Almost half a month has passed since I searched for the relics of the immortal family. There are more than 40 people who died in the Taihang Mountains on their own.

This terrifying loss rate has already made the black guard retreat.

After all, they were the confidants of the Northern Dynasty court. Even if they were to die, they should die in the war with the Southern Dynasty.

In order to pass the order from Master Wu, and for the sake of a beautiful and vain and beautiful immortal relics, he came to Taihang to die.

This is not worth it.

The governor stood up, made a gesture, and immediately someone stepped forward to collect the bodies of his companions.

He seemed to feel the thoughts of his subordinates behind him. He closed his eyes and carried his hands on his back. After pondering for a moment, he made up his mind.

"Look for another three days! If there is no result, we will exit the mountain."

Lord Tuan was wearing a mask and could not see his face, but his tone was already extremely cold.

"We have sacrificed our relics for this Lao Shizi, and the lives of more than 40 good men are buried in this Taihang Mountains. I believe that no matter how stubborn the National Master is, he should be satisfied."

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Shen Qiu is in a dream.

He is fighting against the mountain ghost phantom.

Of course, it is a bit too emphatic to say that it is a "confrontation".

It's just a simple death.

Even if the true energy burst out, he could not hurt the mountain ghost with a very strange pace. Every time the other party drew his sword, he fell down.

This made people feel a little discouraged when they were like this twice in a row.

But Shen Qiu was not completely rewarded.

He stared at the mountain ghost phantom that had been extremely faint in front of him, and his mind was filled with memories of the previous two mountain ghosts swinging swords. He took a deep breath, held the wood-cutting axe and stepped forward.

The mountain ghost was alarmed.

Gongsun Yu took two steps forward like a ghost, raised his left hand, and the autumn wind blew his face...

That's now!

Shen Qiu lowered his body, and he narrowly avoided the trajectory of the sword's slipping. He then pressed his body with a firewood axe when turning around.

"clang"

With a crisp sound, Shen Qiu was knocked back several steps. The mountain ghost rushed like a ghost and fell to him. The second sword came. Shen Qiu did not dodge or avoid, allowing the sword blade to pass through his neck.

The phantom of the mountain ghost quietly dispersed between swinging the sword.

Shen Qiu is dead.

But he also blocked the first sword of the mountain ghost, which made the agreement with Gongsun Yu.

Shen Qiu was just a clever one.

He fought against the Shan Ghost Phantom six times in the past and noticed that although the Shan Ghost was a ghost and had a high sword technique, his starting style of using the sword was very fixed.

Always lift the sword with your left hand and slash downward.

Six battles, all six times are like this.

Either, Shan Gui learned swordsmanship so he didn't know how to adapt, but judging from Gongsun Yu's neatness in killing people, this is unlikely.

Therefore, the mountain ghost should just develop a habit.

Human habits are terrible.

Without external intervention, the habits that have been developed for a long time will not change suddenly. In addition, Shan Gui is still a left-handed person.

Ordinary people use swords, but they hold swords in their right hand.

Chen Qiu had already discovered this when he first saw the mountain ghost. Of course, it is not ruled out that the mountain ghost's sword technique is the left-handed sword.

Qingqing said that there are also left-hand sword techniques in the world, and they are generally more powerful than right-hand sword techniques.

"I made a mistake. I should have carefully observed his movements holding chopsticks."

Chen Qiu patted his forehead.

It’s too late to regret now. The mountain ghost should have come back in the next few days. That’s when it’s time to fulfill the contract.

"Senior brother, get up quickly! Don't sleep!"

Just as Shen Qiu was thinking, Qingqing's cheerful screams woke him up from his sleep.

Chen Qiu turned his head and saw Qingqing raising his left hand proudly. On her slender wrist, there was an exquisite black bracelet with a launching port and seeing things like a machine spring.

"Look! Brother Shangui brought me a gift, saying it was for me to defend myself."

The girl Qingqing pointed out at the door and said to Chen Qiu:

"He brought you back with weapons."

"oh?"

Chen Qiu blinked in surprise. Is his relationship with Shan Gui so good that he can give each other gifts?

Is this the strategy 50% over?

Under Qingqing's urging, Chen Qiu got out of the bed, put on his shoes, walked out of the door, and saw a dark horse tied to the hillside, and the mountain ghost was sitting on the chair next to him reading a book.

At his feet, there were a few bags of rice, some fruits, a few sets of black gowns, and two hand axes.

"Oh, this trip has been rewarding a lot."

Chen Qiu walked towards the mountain ghost with a smile.

The latter looked up and glanced at him, picked up the book, pointed to the words circled on the page, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What do these words mean?"

"Yeah, let me see."

Chen Qiu took the book and the book was obviously read many times, with obvious wrinkles. He looked at the words circled by the mountain ghost, and he said:

"Dao Yi Chengying?"

Chen Qiu's eyes jumped suddenly, and then landed on the black long sword at the hand of the mountain ghost.

He thought about it and explained:

"Chengying should be the name of a sword. I heard that Chengying is one of the famous swords in ancient times. It is said that when the sword is completed, the dragon parted in Chengying, and the geese fall and forget to return, so it is named Chengying."

This is Chen Qiu’s modern memory. Things like the top ten famous swords have long been flooded in modern society.

He said as he remembers:

"It is said that when Chengying waves, there is only a sword shadow but no sword light. There is a shadow invisible. It is an assassin's sword. The Taoist weapon should refer to a Taoist object, which describes it as quite spiritual or Taoist."

As Chen Qiu spoke, he saw the mountain ghost's gaze also landing on the black sword at hand. When he raised his head, he happened to look at Shen Qiu's smiling eyes.

The mountain ghost suddenly turned his head, as if some secret in his heart had been discovered.

This action made Chen Qiu smile at the corner of his mouth, but it flashed away.

He guessed it right.

When the mountain ghost was studying, it seemed that he was also exploring a secret by himself, and that secret should be related to the sword in his hand.

"That, midnight tonight."

Chen Qiu secretly glanced at Qingqing, who was playing with the exquisite hidden weapon in his hand not far behind him. He lowered his voice, put his left hand on the shoulder of the mountain ghost, and said softly:

"I will go to the appointment."

"Um?"

The mountain ghost raised his head and looked at Chen Qiu. After a moment, he said hoarsely:

"You can't escape and you will die!"

"That's mine."

Chen Qiu grabbed the axe at his hand and waved it twice. He said to the mountain ghost:

"If I die, you will send Qingqing back to Suzhou for me, how about?"

The mountain ghost ignored Chen Qiu anymore. He looked at the book and whispered a few seconds later:

"Can."

After receiving the guarantee from Shan Gui, Chen Qiu grabbed two hand axes and carried the thing to his house.

These two axes are quite compatible, but for a 16-year-old boy who is still growing, it is still a bit heavy. Long-term swing will definitely exhaust your energy quickly.

If Chen Qiu had not been focusing on his energy while practicing the past few days, and with the blessing of true qi, he would probably have been exhausted for one minute.

After all, weapons like axe have been used by non-strong generals since ancient times.

But with two axes, the eighteen black wind axe styles passed down by Lu Buji have a real place to use. Chen Qiu doesn't need to hold the axe in one hand and pinch the other hand to make a decision so embarrassing.

Speaking of which, no wonder these knights always have to pinch sword tricks when dancing swords.

It was only in actual combat that it was really embarrassing to fight when flying with one hand and not know what to do with the other hand.

Chen Qiu held two hand axes, closed the door, lay on the bed, and fell asleep again.

In his dream, the phantom of the mountain ghost has taken shape again.

Before midnight tonight, he still has three chances to experience the mountain ghost sword technique. I hope that when that guy went down the mountain this time, he would not have a sudden enlightenment and change the sword technique starting style.

That night, Qingqing fell asleep with the gift given by Brother Shan Gui, Chen Qiu washed his face with cold water, carried two axes, and walked to the top of the hillside in the stars.

The mountain ghost was already waiting for him there.

The night wind is fluttering, and with the moonlight, you can see the mountain ghost standing on the hillside, facing away from Chen Qiu, as if looking into the distance.

He had a ghost face on his face, black hair was flying behind him, holding a sword in his left hand.

Under the moonlight, the black long sword seemed to be like there was no sword blade, with only a sword shadow that was darker than the night.

The Taoist instrument inherits shadow.

Chen Qiu didn't know where this sword came from, but judging from previous experiences, this sword with a dark and unique appearance was definitely not an ordinary thing.

This Taihang Mountain ghost is also a person with great adventures.

"You're here."

"Um."

"I don't think you should come or not."

“I have my reasons.”

"Reason? Is it more important than life?"

"If you don't get rid of your mind, you're afraid that life is worse than death."

"Mental disorder? What does the inner demon mean? I am your inner demon?"

"No, you're not."

Chen Qiu tightly held the sharp axe in his hand, and he said:

"But you can help me get rid of my heart."

The mountain ghost stopped talking.

He looked at Chen Qiu in front of him. The man stood in a strange posture, unstable lower plate, weak arms, and a weak breath, and flawed all over his body.

But compared to when he first met Chen Qiu, he felt like he was a different life.

Chen Qiu at that time was just a waste who was not good at martial arts.

But today, he is already a warrior.

Even though he was just starting out, he really had a breath that only experienced the hardships of life and death. Those eyes had already shined brightly than when he first met.

Just like a candlelight is just beginning to burn.

Although the flame is weak, it can always illuminate a ray of darkness.

How long has it been?

It's less than half a month... Is there really such a good martial artist in this world?

"Get the move!"

Chen Qiu roared, mobilized his true energy, waved his two axes, and rushed towards the mountain ghost flying at the corner of his clothes. The latter did not dodge or avoid it. When Shen Qiu stepped into the two-step sword surround, the mountain ghost raised his left hand.

Slash!

The autumn wind blows, and the grass shakes.

The mountain ghost has seen such a scene countless times, and he has no worries in his heart. He has seen the scene of Chen Qiu dying under the Chengying Sword.

That axe can't stop this Chengying Sword!

but...

"clang"

Chen Qiu pushed the true energy in his body, and he almost missed the sword.

It was like practicing countless times, turning around and crossing the two axes in front of him.

Gongsun Yu was like a dancer who cooperated with his performance, so accurately pointed the sword edge to the interlaced axe blade.

"Bang"

Chen Qiu was defeated by the power attached to the long sword.

He was panting.

It is one thing to treat Gongsun Yu in dreams, but it is another thing to face the mountain ghost in reality.

It was just a blink of an eye, but it was like walking around the edge of life and death.

He raised his head and looked at the mountain ghost standing in front of him, as if he felt the surprise of the mountain ghost.

Under the moonlight, Chen Qiu smiled and said to the mountain ghost:

"I blocked it! Brother Gongsun."

"you..."

Shan Gui looked at his sword and Chen Qiu again. He wanted to say something, but he remained silent in the end.

After a few breaths, he put away Chengying and walked down the hillside.

"Pack up things..."
Chapter completed!