Since ancient times, martial arts sects have passed down their unique skills from master to master, with the most emphasis on etiquette. There are not many masters who can lead the art, and it is rare to hear the name of killing masters in the world. Back then, the young master of the Five Elements killed his master and turned down the book. He fled far away from the Great Wall. Dare to return to his old place in the Central Plains, it seems that Mo Zhi has such a wild temperament, he has great respect for Yong Shaoyu and other mentors, but now he is shocked to hear that Shen Muchuan broke the religion and became independent, and was suspected of killing his teacher. How can he do it now? Not surprised, for a moment, he opened his mouth without saying anything and his eyes widened.

Seeing Mo Zhi's sudden shock, Meng Xueqing naturally knew that killing a master would be a great loss of faith. She quickly smoothed things over and said, "Elder Sword, it's not good to talk about such things carelessly. Since Senior Shen Muchuan's sword skills He is stronger than Senior Brother Zong and must be a famous swordsman in the world. How could he do such a thing? Besides, since Yu Xuanzong has never said anything about it, it is not easy to accuse him of such crimes."

Jian Beiyuan tore off another piece of chicken in one bite, eating it loudly, and said vaguely: "You just asked me about this, and I just said it. This is certainly a rumor in the world, and it's up to you to believe it or not. It's just that These two events are so close to each other that even if Shen Muchuan had not killed his master and left the church, I am afraid that the death of Master Ye Ruhui was closely related to his sudden departure."

Meng Xueqing sighed and said calmly: "Elder Jian, we won't talk more about other sects' matters. You just said that if Brother Mo has the true biography of Senior Shen, he can help us find our senior brother. Is this true?"

Jian Beiyuan said: "We don't dare to vouch for it. I can only say that I have more hope. Zhengqing's kid usually looks like he doesn't care about the world, but I know that he really cares about the half-move he failed in the first place. I believe that if Shen Muchuan's swordsmanship reappears in the world, he will definitely show up. After all, he went south to the Central Plains just to hone his swordsmanship. I haven't seen him for many years, so I don't know how far he has practiced."

After listening to this, Mo Zhi felt bored in his heart. He had always felt that he would not be alive for long, and he did not want to have anything to do with others anymore. However, he thought about it, but couldn't help but think: "Since I am going to die at any time, it would be better to die on the verge of death." If I help more people, even if I can't find his senior brother in the end, it's better to listen to the old man talk about old things than to live alone under the cliff."

When he thought of this, Mo Zhi nodded and said: "Uncle Muchuan did teach me several sword techniques back then, but I am not good at learning. I have only learned the first eight of the twelve sword techniques. So far, I can only learn the first eight moves." I can’t help you, but that’s not necessarily the case..."

When Jian Beiyuan heard this, he couldn't help but recall that on the Baimai Peak, the two young talents of the Jianzong were fighting with their swords, making a constant sound. Under the cold light, the two of them were like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, jade trees and silver flowers, and the sword energy was flowing out. Below, Ye Yun was torn apart and scattered. At that time, these two keen young swordsmen had changed with time and their respective destinies were different. Although Meng Yuanqiu, the master of Hanye Valley, came to Baimai Peak to watch the martial arts competition in Jianbeiyuan, at that time, It has been seen that the swordsmanship of these two young men has reached the top of the world.

But at that time, Shen Muchuan was advancing further in the way of swordsmanship. What he saw at that time was that his moves with the sword were completely different from Yu Xuanzong's calm and solemn approach. Instead, they became more ethereal and complicated, and the movements of his sword were shadowy and shadowy. The true and false are unpredictable, each move is extremely fierce and fierce. Jian Beiyuan is a swordsman, and the scene of the two people's fight can be vividly remembered. For a moment, it was like drinking old wine, reciting it in his mind to amuse himself, and still He looked complacent and had a smile on his face, but as he was thinking about it, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "What did you just say, twelve moves of swordsmanship?"

Mo Zhi answered truthfully: "Exactly, the sword technique created by Uncle Muchuan is called 'Thirteen Swords in Drinking'. Although it is called Thirteen, he said to himself that the last move in the sword technique has remained unchanged for many years. I didn't expect it, so it was a vain move."

After Jian Beiyuan heard this, he thought about it and thought to himself: "Back then, Shen Muchuan was a very good swordsman with thirteen swordsmanship. Zhengqing was defeated by his last sword. Why did he say that he was tenth after so many years?" Didn’t you come up with the three moves? Could it be that you deliberately saved a move and didn’t want to give it to this young man? But if you want to keep it, there is no need to pass on the previous twelve moves..."

He has always thought very lightly, and he really doesn't like to think deeply. He couldn't figure out anything, so he immediately put aside all his worries and said with a smile: "There are eight tricks above, but they are also applicable. That kid Shen Muchuan is too smart. If you practice the eight-move sword skill proficiently, you can travel around the world, but your child's injury is very weird, so even with this peerless sword skill, it won't be of much use!"

Meng Xueqing shouted: "Elder Jian! If you keep talking nonsense like this, just go back to the valley. I'll ask Elder Leng to accompany me!"

Jian Beiyuan was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and did not dare to say anything more, but Mo Zhi said: "It doesn't matter, Senior Jian, just say whatever you want. Don't be defensive, and you will feel sincere when we meet. I am a person waiting to die, so what should I avoid? But if I can help you before I die, it will be considered a good deed by me."

His tone was relaxed, but there was a hint of loneliness in his words. Meng Xueqing was young and shallow-minded. Although the two were not much different in age, their circumstances were very different. When I heard about his suffering, I couldn't help but feel red in my eyes and shed tears. Desire drops.

Mo Zhi immediately asked: "Senior Jian, you just said that the gangsters are all dressed in black and have extraordinary abilities, but the leading woman is not very good at martial arts?"

Jian Beiyuan laughed and said: "It's just a ragged skill, but the green sword in the leading woman's hand is really powerful. If I weren't afraid of that sword, my girl Qing wouldn't lose to her!"

Meng Xueqing knew that Jian Beiyuan's temperament was no different from that of a naughty boy. If she kept asking him, she would not be able to find out the reason. She simply said to herself: "That group of men in black are very skilled in martial arts. They are ordinary people. I am no longer an opponent. But the leading woman, Jian The method cannot be said to be mediocre, but it can be seen that although there was guidance from famous teachers, there was a lack of time and fire. Although we took action in time that night, we did not arrest anyone, so we did not know their true identity for a while."

After hearing this, Mo Zhi nodded and said: "If the two masters of Lian Hanye Valley went out together and failed to capture anyone, I'm afraid that the kung fu of this group of gangsters is indeed quite high. It's just that there is someone with such high skill suddenly in the world. The sect should have been famous for a long time, but I have never heard of any famous and decent sect taking the name of black..."

While he was thinking to himself, suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he shouted "Man in Black". His voice was so loud that even Jian Beiyuan was shocked and choked, and shouted angrily: "You bastard, what are you shouting for?" , the old man was almost sent away by your throat!"

Mo Zhi said quickly: "If the name is black, I have seen a person before. This person is also wearing black, but his skill is so high that I have never seen it before. Moreover, this person is also the emperor of Xuanzong and the leader of Chengyin Temple." , the three martial arts schools in Hanye Valley once fought against Uncle Muchuan at the foot of Chonghuan Mountain, and also fought against various elders at the back of Jinque Peak. They all came and went freely without falling behind. I wonder if this person is the same as the villain who attacked Hanye Valley. Going out from the same house?"

After Jian Beiyuan heard this, he became interested and exclaimed: "This is really strange! There are such people!"

After Meng Xueqing heard this, she was also shocked: "Yuxuanzong and Chengyin Temple are two sects with one Buddha. They share each other's abilities and learn from each other's techniques. Maybe they were accidentally learned by bad people, but my family's swordsmanship has only survived for many years."

How can others learn it in the ancestral temple? And although the gangsters who attacked my house that day were strong in martial arts, they were not so powerful."

Jian Beiyuan laughed and said: "But if these men in black really come from the same sect, and they are just the second- and third-rate people in the sect, then it will not be simple. If everyone in the sect is so skilled, it will not be a good thing.

matter......"

Mo Zhi said: "In this case, the first priority is to find the senior brother of your sect before we can discuss it."

Meng Xueqing nodded and said: "This town is the place where Senior Brother's last letter was sent by flying pigeon. We also used the carrier pigeon to guide us all the way here, but we didn't see anything strange.

eccentric."

While everyone was discussing, they saw a few shop assistants carrying out several square wooden tables and chairs from the backyard, and complained: "I have been storing these junk things for a few months, and I don't know how long they will be stored.

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"The shopkeeper is stingy. If you ask him to throw things away, that's not the same as cutting his flesh."

"In my opinion, if they are all burned as firewood, they are not auspicious objects."

"Oh, those people are really good at fighting. The guy holding the sword is really superb! He defeated several of them by himself!"

"What's the use? I provoked several people, and the government sealed our store for more than ten days! The shopkeeper suddenly became even more stingy."

The two waiters were muttering dissatisfaction, when suddenly a tall and fat figure flashed before their eyes, and they saw a fat old man with silver hair and silver beard leaping onto the wooden table like the wind. He was extremely heavy, stepped on it with both feet, and there was a boom.

With a loud sound, the two waiters couldn't bear it and had to withdraw their hands. The square table fell to the ground upright, but when it hit the ground, it was as light as a feather and made no sound at all. It was more like the old man's feet were sucking the table top.

generally.

"What are you doing!" The two guys' hands were trembling, and they couldn't help but feel angry.

Meng Xueqing gave a wry smile. She had just heard the words of the two waiters and felt something strange. However, Jian Beiyuan suddenly rushed over. At this moment, before the two waiters could react, he quickly put a few coins into their hands with a smile.

He said: "You two little brothers, my grandpa drank too much, please don't blame me."

When the two waiters saw the girl's beauty and cuteness, they were filled with anger. At this moment, they couldn't help but feel angry and said: "That's all. The little girl should take good care of the old man. If she falls, we two can't afford to pay for it."

Meng Xueqing smiled and nodded, and said, "Second brother, please go and do your work first. The tables and chairs will be here for a while. I'll ask my brother to help you carry them away." After saying that, she pointed to Mo Zhi, who was not far away.

The two waiters looked up and saw that Mo Zhi was in tatters, with a sallow complexion and a thin face. He was completely different from the girl's delicate appearance. They immediately curled their lips and said: "Forget it, your brother is probably not as heavy as this table.

After a while, the old man has had enough to think about it, so he can call us again." After that, the two of them happily counted the coins and turned around. A few coins were naturally nothing to Meng Xueqing, but the waiter in the shop was approaching.

Two months' worth of sample money.

Jian Beiyuan squatted down and took a closer look at the sword marks left on the table. Sure enough, they were crisscrossed and marked by sword battles. After looking at them for a long time, he finally stood up and said, "Zhengqing has indeed been here, and with
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