I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 864 Xiahou Swordsman
in the bedroom.

Qin Yao was lying on the rocking chair with his feet together on a square stool covered with cotton towels. A pair of cold fingers gently pressed the soles of his feet. Regardless of the technique, the temperature was very comfortable.

Nie Xiaoqian was the daughter of an official family, an embroidery worker, and was proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After her accidental death, her soul was controlled by her grandmother. There was no way to start with time, so I had to rub gently and slowly, so the pinching of the feet became more and more provocative.

Qin Yao's heart was like still water, he slowly closed his eyes, and let the female ghost do what he could, gradually relaxing his mind.

He just wanted this feeling, and the depth of the opponent's skill was actually not that important.After all, no matter how advanced his skills are, as long as he doesn't have sore feet and sore feet, it's actually the same.

This pinching lasted half an hour. Seeing him keep her eyes closed, Xiaoqian hesitated to speak, and finally forced herself to calm down and work.

"Okay."

As if seeing her slight expression, Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, took out a scroll from his hands, and handed it to the other party: "You have worked hard today, this is your reward."

Xiaoqian's heart moved, she stood up and took the scroll, and slowly unfolded it.

Sure enough, this is the picture scroll that stopped me on the street today.

"Does the Taoist priest know the origin of this painting?" Xiaoqian was so moved that the unhappiness of being enslaved dissipated, she clasped the scroll with both hands, and asked with a complex expression.

Qin Yao looked at her slightly cold figure, and said, "I would like to hear more about it."

"This painting was made by my father. I died of illness shortly after the painting was completed. My father buried my ashes under a big tree, and my soul lingered on the tombstone. A group of vicious mountain people jumped out, killed my parents, and took away their gold and silver. This painting was also confiscated at that time, but it fell into the hands of the art dealer for some reason." Nie Xiaoqian said quietly.

Qin Yao was silent for a moment, then asked: "What happened later, did you take revenge?"

Nie Xiaoqian shook her head, with a hint of helplessness in her smile: "That land is the territory of the Huahua Taisui red-haired ghost. All the villagers in the village are followers of Huahua Taisui, and there is even an old man who taught the Dharma through Taisui. He is very powerful. I am not him. opponent."

"There are such twists and turns." Seeing that Lie Xin was happy, Qin Yao said without hesitation, "You take me there tomorrow night, and I will meet Pharaoh and Huahua Taisui in this village."

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, and looked at the other side bewilderedly.

Since her parents left, no one has treated her so well...

"What's the matter with you, don't you have any hidden secrets?" Seeing her stunned, Qin Yao took the initiative to ask.

Nie Xiaoqian shook her head hastily, and her mind was agitated, like a moth seeing the light, she jumped at the opponent, even though she knew the flames were hot, she was not afraid.

It's just that she never expected that, facing her own embrace, Qin Yao dodged away, so that her whole body hit the rocking chair with a bang, smashing the rocking chair to pieces.

"You want revenge for kindness?"

Qin Yao appeared in front of her holding a three-pointed and two-edged knife, pointing at her head.

Nie Xiaoqian: "..."

The ambiguous and charming atmosphere was completely shattered under the cold blade, and Nie Xiaoqian was wronged and funny at the same time.

"I don't want to avenge my kindness, but I'm so excited and grateful that I want to hug you."

"Let's change the way to release emotions in the future." Qin Yao put away the long knife and said lightly.

The corner of Nie Xiaoqian's mouth twitched, she lowered her head and responded with shrugging eyes: "Yes."

"Okay, you go out." Qin Yao waved.

"I'll pack up here before going out." Xiaoqian stood up straight from the ground, pointing to the rocking chair fragments on the ground.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding."

After a while, a series of sounds of weapons clashing suddenly spread into the room from far to near.

Qin Yao came to the window, raised his hand to push the window open, looked up, and saw two figures slamming swords at each other, kicking their legs at each other, and slowly descending from the sky to the courtyard.

"boom."

When approaching the ground, the bearded man among the two suddenly used an iron mountain leaning heavily on the opponent's chest, flying his body that was one head higher than his own, and staggeringly fell to the ground.

"Brother Xiahou, I accept it."

Both feet landed firmly on the ground, the bearded man did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but drew his sword and saluted instead.

"I accept your mother's permission, you are sneak attacking me." Xiahou swordsman stood up leaning on his sword, cursing with an expression of displeasure.

"You are depressed, your anger is blazing, your sword is chaotic, and you don't know how to do it. It all depends on your powerful internal strength. To deal with ordinary second- and third-rate swordsmen, with your profound skills, it is not difficult to defeat them, but in front of me, If you can't find your peace of mind, you will never beat me, don't talk about sneak attack, normal confrontation, where did the sneak attack come from?" the bearded man said in a deep voice.

"You wait for me." Xiahou swordsman sternly shouted: "Next time I find you, I will definitely be stronger than you."

"You always say that, but when was it stronger than me?" The bearded man shook his head.

Swordsman Xiahou snorted coldly, and was about to fly away, but unexpectedly a big golden hand suddenly appeared above his head, so startled, he hurriedly raised his sword and stabbed at him, but the man with the sword was crushed down.

"Buddhist supernatural powers..."

The bearded man followed the energy transmission belt of the Buddha's palm and looked towards a room, but saw a burly figure standing in front of the window sill, with his palm stretched out of the window, pressing down gently, and pressing He bent Xiahou swordsman's sword, and at the same time made his legs sink into the ground gradually.

"Stop!" Swordsman Xiahou cried out in pain after his waist was bent along with the blade.

Qin Yao raised his palm slightly, and the bergamot hand that suppressed Xiahou swordsman disappeared instantly.

Xiahou swordsman was severely framed, his footsteps staggered for a while, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Raising his hand and looking at the twisted sword, Xiahou swordsman threw it on the ground and looked towards the window sill with horror.

In the 20 years since his debut, he has seen countless masters of the rivers and lakes, but he has never seen one who can release his true energy to such a degree, it is simply unimaginable.

"The two of you have come to my dojo to fight, you ask me what I want?" Qin Yao asked.

Swordsman Xiahou: "..."

"Sorry to bother you." The bearded man was obviously an honest person, holding a long sword and bowing his fists.

"May I ask to what level have you raised your cultivation base? Could it be that you are an immortal?" Before Qin Yao could reply, the Xiahou swordsman rushed to the window sill after awakening, and asked with his head raised.

As a martial artist, who doesn't yearn for immortality?
If one can enter the Tao with martial arts and become an immortal as the ancestor, then he himself can be compared to a myth!
(End of this chapter)