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Chapter 9 The Hundred Steps Flying Sword
crackling sound,
Sawdust exploded and bounced away.

Gong Caiyu opened her eyes, and the firelight warmed her soaked body.

A young man in green shirt is sitting cross-legged next to the fire, with a long sword tilted at his waist. The wooden stick in his hand penetrates the fish body and is roasted on the fire. It turns over from time to time. The fat falls to the ground, and the golden fish meat sizzles, and the fragrance spreads everywhere. .

gollum...

Gong Caiyu blushed, and when she was about to say something, the grilled fish was handed to her.

"Without salt or seasoning, this is all we can do. The taste should be good enough." Jiang Ding said calmly. He still had some confidence in his cooking skills.

Gong Caiyu hesitated for a moment: "Master, wait a moment."

She stood up and walked towards the river, at least a thousand meters away.

Take off your clothes and wash up.

Jiang Ding said goodbye to the drone's horizon.

When he saw her again, he was suddenly a girl with snow-white skin and a white skirt that fluttered like a fairy. Her hair was black and shiny, hanging down to her waist. Although the white skirt was damaged, it was as white as snow, with no trace of dirt visible.

Internal strength?So much left?

Jiang Ding secretly said.

Although she feels weaker, she should be able to kill instantly now.

"Thank you sir."

Gong Caiyu carefully took over the wooden handle that had not been touched by Jiang Ding, and then used her internal force to cut off all the places that Jiang Ding had touched. She even scraped off a thin layer of fish meat and put it back to the fire for a while. one time.

Jiang Ding: "?"

Are you so rich internally?

Even my sister has never disliked me so much!
Gong Caiyu took a bite of the fish, and it turned out to be golden and crispy, leaving a fragrant aroma on her lips and teeth. Perhaps because she was too hungry, it actually tasted better than the signature dish of Manxiang Restaurant in Donglingfu City.

The people in the world are not so particular. They look at the small mouth, but after a while, only the bones of the whole fish are left.

My stomach, which had been empty for days, finally felt full.

"this."

Jiang Ding handed over a bamboo tube of water with a burnt surface. He waited for the other party to scrape off the contact part, drink it, and then carefully went to the river to wash his mouth and hands, and after a little combing, he said:

"When I was young, I became a disciple of a hermit. I have not had contact with the outside world for many years. Miss Gong, could you please introduce me to him so that I can avoid offending others without knowing it and losing my life in the future?"

Gong Caiyu's face turned pale.

"Don't worry, Young Master," she said with a determined look on her face: "Even if I am unable to be captured, I will kill myself as soon as possible, and I will not let the Golden Blade Sect implicate Young Master!"

"Golden Knife Gate?"

"There are three sects, six sects and eight heroes in the rivers and lakes of the Yue Kingdom." Gong Caiyu explained: "For hundreds of years, the three sects' Qingniu Palace, Wolf God Sect, and Prajna Temple each have their own unique skills, and they dominate the top of the rivers and lakes. There are innate masters who suppress the past dynasties, and then there are the six sects, and there are innate masters born in every generation, and they have never been cut off. This is the case with the Golden Knife Sect."

Gong Caiyu paused word by word and said in a hateful voice: "The master of the Golden Sword Sect, the ancestor of the Golden Sword Sect, Wei Tu Nan, has achieved innate achievements for decades and is famous in the world."

"The last eight heroes are the heroes sent by many Sanren and small sects. In terms of strength, they are not inferior to the heads of the six sects, but they cannot be inherited from generation to generation."

"How is the imperial court's strength?" Jiang Ding thought for a moment and asked.

"I don't know, Tianji Tower will take the initiative to cover up the intelligence of the masters of the contemporary dynasty, but it should not be weak." Gong Caiyu said: "Hundreds of years ago, the Taizu of the Yue Kingdom and his Tianyun Twelve Generals swept across the rivers and lakes, attacking and destroying the former To the royal family, his twelve beloved generals transformed into twelve aristocratic families to suppress them everywhere."

"For example, the Dongling Mansion where we are located is guarded by the Tang family of Zhendong Hou."

"According to the history books of the past dynasties in the sect's library, this kind of bloodline family that does not accept outsiders will probably not have much strength left after hundreds of years of erosion by wealth, but there is no telling when a genius will pop up."

"I see, I heard before that the girl seems to be No. 90 on the Dragon and Phoenix List, the Fairy Feixue?"

Jiang Ding gently stroked the hilt of the sword. Innate, in fact, corresponds to the Qi training realm of the immortal cultivator. In theory, the Xiantian warrior can also fight with Qi cultivators of the same level several times. As long as they are not distanced, they can actually make a difference.

"They are just young warriors under the age of 25 from the Tianji Tower." Gong Caiyu smiled sadly: "Some people with false reputations, even if they are number one on the Dragon and Phoenix list, they can't compete with the veteran innate masters."

Jiang Ding remained silent. Judging from the age of the other party, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had already experienced a situation where his father was killed and his mother was kidnapped, and the entire sect was in ruins.

Here in Xianmen, he is still a minor who is about to go to college.

"Young Master, there is no need to worry." Gong Caiyu suppressed the sadness on her face and smiled calmly: "Wei Tu is very old. Sooner or later, I will be able to destroy his clan and massacre his clan."

"Now, I don't dare to disturb the young master anymore, I will take my leave now."

She stood up, her white skirt fell to the ground and unfolded, and an ancient book bound in thread was thrown back.

"There is no way to repay the kindness of saving a life. This "Shenxiao Hundred Steps Flying Sword" passed down by the ancestor, although no one has practiced it since the ancestor a thousand years ago, can still be briefly referenced."

Her voice of sadness came from far away.

"Thousands of years ago, when the ancestor was here, it was also the largest sect in the Yue Kingdom."

Jiang Ding gently drew his sword and pressed the sword against the flying ancient book.

There wasn't much force and no foreign objects flew out. The other party must have good intentions.

but……

Should be useless.

All knowledge in the Immortal Sect is shared. Only one's own qualifications and talents are not enough. There is never a situation where magical skills and skills cannot be seen.

He dug out a wooden box and picked out the ancient books through his long sword and sealed them.

Drones were used to monitor the surrounding area. After Gong Caiyu left, everything calmed down, and no man in black returned again. Jiang Ding continued his great work of digging specimens.

……

After school, Jiang Ding picked up the express delivery and went home carrying a small cage with two hamsters and a small bag of rat food.

Jiang Yuan was watching cartoons as usual. Unexpectedly, his mother Lin Wanqiu was also busy in the kitchen.

"Ah! Brother! Did you buy this for me?"

Jiang Yuan accidentally glanced over and jumped over excitedly.

According to her life experience from childhood to adulthood, Jiang Ding has never been interested in animals such as small goldfish and turtles except for kendo cram school.

"No." Jiang Ding refused coldly.

"Impossible! This is mine!" Jiang Yuan didn't believe it and shouted loudly: "If you don't give it to me, when my uncle and aunt come, I will tell my uncle that you bullied me!"

"That also requires my uncle to believe it."

Jiang Ding immediately understood why Lin Wanqiu left work early and was busy in the kitchen.

Uncle Lin Yong works as a teacher in Rongcheng No. [-] Primary School. His income is not as good as that of Lin Wanqiu, but he is relatively more leisurely. His cousin Lin Yuanwang is a prominent figure in the family.

He was admitted to the Taoist Department of Qianling University last year!

"It would be great if Brother Yuanwang came too." Jiang Yuan said dissatisfied: "I will let Brother Yuanwang beat you then."

"Humph."

Jiang Ding was a little annoyed and walked to his room.

When he was a child, Lin Yuanwang often bullied him because of his height and physical strength. The key was that this kid had four spiritual roots. When he graduated from high school, he practiced at the fifth level of Qi. He really couldn't beat him.

Putting down his schoolbag, Jiang Ding dragged out a rough wooden box from under the bed, and the faint scent of logs spread around.

Opening it, it was naturally an ancient book given by Gong Caiyu. It was made of special material and was said to be thousands of years old. There were no signs of decay and it could still be read normally.

"Squeak!"

Spreading some rat food, Jiang Ding threw the two hamsters in.

The two hamsters ran away in panic, but were stopped by a small wall surrounded by stacks of books. After waiting for a while, they finally started eating rat food.

"It's okay, at least it's not an acute toxin."

Jiang Ding felt relieved. He even saw a hamster adding a few mouthfuls to the book cover, but nothing happened.

He went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, flipped through the book page by page, and dropped two grains of rat food into each page. After spending more than half an hour, Jiang Ding was finally sure that there was nothing wrong with the book.

"That girl means well."

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief, unpacked the transparent gloves he ordered yesterday for express delivery, and put them on his hands.

This was what he thought of yesterday. In a different world, you will inevitably come into contact with foreign objects. A pair of transparent gloves that are light, breathable, and difficult to detect with the naked eye would be perfect.

The ancient book feels thick to the touch and seems to be made of some kind of animal skin. It has a faint scent of books.

""Shenxiao's Hundred Steps Flying Sword", can a warrior also wield a flying sword?"

Jiang Ding touched the six unknown square characters on the cover, feeling slightly excited, and pressed it again.

"You have to learn the characters of that world, but you can't just casually learn techniques that haven't been verified by the Immortal Sect Library. It's very dangerous."

Thinking of something, Jiang Ding turned on the computer in the room, logged into the Xianmen Library, and searched for the Hundred-Step Flying Sword Warrior.

Rows of information emerged that were of lower confidentiality and could be viewed online.

"Song's Hundred-step Flying Sword", "Blood-refined Hundred-step Flying Sword", "Cangxu Small Realm Yunling Hundred-step Flying Sword", "Fire-refined Hundred-step Flying Sword"...

Just as Jiang Ding thought, the Immortal Library is full of information. Even though the knowledge of mortal flying swords sounds magical and extremely partial, there is still a large amount of information collected.

This is not some gossip. Since it is included in the Immortal Library, it means that these exercises can be practiced in theory and can be used to achieve the envisioned goals.

Click the mouse to open "Song's Hundred-Step Flying Sword".

With a bang, a box popped up.

"The knowledge you are accessing is dangerous and minors are not allowed to access it. If you need to access it again, please ask your guardian for authorization."

Jiang Ding refused to give up, closed the box, and clicked on "Cangxu Small Realm Yunling Hundred Steps Flying Sword". With a bang, the box was revealed, and the information inside was exactly the same.

Trying it again, I found that all "Hundred Steps of Flying Sword" have such restrictions, and there are hundreds of thousands of sets of exercises without exception.

"It is very dangerous for a warrior to practice the Hundred-Step Flying Sword."

Jiang Ding understood.

In addition to the danger, the power is just that. It looks magical, but a heavy machine gun can be easily smashed a thousand steps away. In fact, it is not worth the loss for the people in the immortal sect.

but……

Really want.

With a sigh, Jiang Ding put the ancient books back in the drawer, carried the hamster cage and rat food out of the room, and handed them to Jiang Yuan.

"I give it to you, but you have to be responsible for feeding me."

"Ah, my dear brother!"

Jiang Yuan jumped up on the spot and agreed.

Jiang Ding ignored her and turned to help in the kitchen.

"Ding Ding, help me cut potatoes and radish cubes, and give me a handful of green onions." Lin Wanqiu ordered when Jiang Ding came in.

"Ok."

sonorous...

He drew his sword, and the cold light shone in the kitchen. He took another rag, wetted it, and carefully cleaned the sword body.

In fact, Jiang Ding didn't want to do this. He confirmed that his sword was very clean, and even blood and sweat would be blown away by chance, so there was no need to bother with it.

Unfortunately, Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan didn't think so.

Sword display style!
Arm sword style!
Point sword style!
……

The sword light flashed, carrots and white radish were thrown away, and then pieces of white radish fell down, potato shreds were piled up in layers, and bits of green onion fell down, forming a fist-sized hill.

"you this……"

Lin Wanqiu stopped and looked at his kitchen full of flashing sword lights, feeling extremely helpless.

(End of this chapter)