Sanqing Inheritance System

Chapter 141, The Ghost in the Sword

After the official people left, Wudang Mountain returned to its previous appearance.

The tranquility brings some hustle and bustle of warrior training.

However, at this moment, bursts of piercing sounds came from the air.

Qinghui felt something in his heart, looked up at the sky, but smiled wryly.

"I see. Is this also in the scheme of that layman Luo Qianhua?"

Among the trees in the sky.

Strange human figures and animal puppets appeared in front of Xuanyue's gate.

It looks like there are dozens of them.

The leader is a young man.

The man was dressed in a beggar's attire, with a long knife behind his back. The most striking thing was that his left hand was wrapped with a thick bandage, which was quite mysterious.

Even from a distance, Qinghui could feel the edge even more -- this edge did not come from the young man's long sword, but from this person.

A cold man, a cold sword.

Four eyes facing each other.

"Entrusted by someone." The young man said flatly: "If you spare your life, then you will hand over the secret you unearthed from the copper coffin in Wudang Emei three years ago."

"I don't know anything about what you're talking about. What about copper coffins? I don't do tomb robbery in Wudang Mountain."

The young man didn't say much, but his temperament became sharper.

If there is a disagreement, then do it.

Everyone in Wudang should not be resigned to being outdone, and stepped forward to fight with the organ people and organ beasts.

For this reason, Qinghui didn't dare to neglect, and drew out his own long sword.

The young man's eyes, which were originally calm and calm, lit up slightly.

"You also use a sword?"

"Your Majesty Wudang admonishes the elder, Qinghui." Qinghui made a sword play in the air.

The long sword shone coldly, and the sharp edge was sharp.

"Good sword." The young man's cold voice had some emotion, and he said calmly: "Tomorrow night, I will make a family-owned weapon [Long Yan], the sword is three feet three inches long, one inch three inches wide, and weighs five catties. It is made by the famous craftsman Yue. Shan Zhengyi, made of fine steel, green iron and fine gold, forged and hammered by one person for seven to seven days, painstakingly made it, please enlighten me."

Qinghui's pupils narrowed slightly.

The young man in front of him is a true swordsman.

Only a real swordsman will introduce his sword to others.

Reported the length of his sword and the width of his sword, which is an expression of extreme confidence.

It is also a kind of psychological warfare, using one's own self-confidence to put psychological pressure on others.

For this reason, Qinghui was not to be outdone, and introduced his own sword.

"Xia Qinghui, use the sword [Baosteel No. 303]. The sword is three feet long, one inch two wide, and weighs three kilograms. It comes from the Baosteel Forging Steel Plant in Shanghai. It is made of high-strength composite materials fused with metal forging alloys. Ten pieces are forged with the power of a lathe. Hours, it was made through thousands of tempers, please enlighten me."

The air was suddenly quiet for a moment.

Tomorrow night always feels something strange
But after that, he didn't care about any sense of disobedience, he only knew that the person in front of him was a swordsman.

[Need my help? .】

A deep, whisper-like voice came out.

Ming Ye just answered that voice lightly.

"not necessary"

"Please enlighten me."

Ming Ye rushed towards Qing Hui at an extremely fast speed.

This fast one is not like a warrior, but like an awakened person who specially strengthens his speed.

But Qinghui didn't dare to neglect, waved Baosteel 303 in his hand, and went up to meet Yin and Yang with one move.

The weapon in Ming Ye's hands was like a poisonous snake, and as he waved it, there seemed to be a cloud of gray air entwined.

"You have no grievances with me in Wudang in the past, and you have no enmity in the present, why don't you go down the mountain and say goodbye?" During the attack, Qinghui said calmly: "There are many elders in my Wudang, and the head is among them. Wait until the members of the investigation team who go to support If you find out, they will definitely turn back, and you will be too difficult to fight against all of them by yourself, so it will be good for everyone to say goodbye."

The long sword in Ming Ye's hand is too strange, although it is not difficult for Qing Hui to resist, but he vaguely feels that what is in front of him is not the full strength of Ming Ye.

He is enjoying the match, not pure bad karma.

And Ming Ye used a venomous snake to explore the way, and then said calmly: "That man has a kindness with me. Our generation of swordsmen, no matter good or evil, right or wrong, we will repay kindness for kindness and revenge for revenge."

"Understood!"

Qinghui was annoyed by this sentence.

"China's ancient martial arts, the master of energy and energy, good and evil, good and evil, all need to be distinguished, only good and evil, not right or wrong, how can I be a Chinese swordsman?"

Qinghui, as a swordsman, absolutely does not allow the young man in front of him to insult the "swordsman"!
"Who said I used the Chinese swordsman's method?"

Ming Ye put the sword back into the scabbard in an instant, and took a stepping posture.

Qinghui had a feeling in his heart, and when he sensed something was wrong, a Taiji Laiyun retreated behind him.

However, it was still a slow step back.

The Taoist robe was torn a big hole, and there was a long bloodstain on the abdomen.

Sheathed, drew the knife, in the blink of an eye.

"You are using the method of the Japanese swordsman!"

Qinghui pressed the wound with his hands, with an expression of disbelief.

Draw your sword and chop.

"I'm sorry, but the spirit and spirit I have inherited is different from yours. Gratitude is as heavy as a mountain, and hatred is as heavy as an ocean. There is kindness for kindness and revenge for revenge. Other than that, there is only one sword." Ming Ye said lightly: "My lord Name, Mingye Miyamoto."

The swordsman in front of him is Japanese.

Qinghui regretted secretly.

If he knew that the person in front of him was a Japanese, he would have drawn his sword and killed him.

It's a pity that the game on the battlefield cannot be explained by a single regret.

If you hesitate, you will lose——

The consequence of defeat may be life.

"I admire you, you are a true swordsman, sticking to your own way, but unfortunately, I also have my own way." Miyamoto Mingye shook his head and said: "Hand it over, that summer three years ago, you The thing I dug up is very important to the person who entrusted it to me. If I hand it over, I will leave."

Qinghui sneered.

"Our team will be back soon, you can never achieve your goal."

In fact, Qinghui did not know what Miyamoto Mingye said was excavated three years ago, and recalled it, three years ago in the summer, it seemed that the head of the sect and the Taoist priest on Emei went outside to collect wind—the fact Everyone in the world knows that the two old people are going to fall in love at dusk.

What kind of copper coffin can the two old people who went to love at dusk dig?
This matter is the standard bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth-both of them feel that the other party is deliberately messing up things and refuse to compromise.

"Sorry, even if your people come back, I have no fear of others."

Mingye Miyamoto untied his bandages.

A puff of black air floated from his hand.

The moment the black air came out, he came to Qinghui in a single step.

If the speed just now was a speed-type ability user, then now, Qinghui thinks he is a space-type ability user.

Looking at Miyamoto Mingye who was close at hand, Qinghui couldn't believe it: "Impossible, how can an awakened person practice martial arts?"

"I'm not an awakened person. It's just a swordsman who saved his life."

Beside Miyamoto Mingye, there was a black ghost floating.

The ghost image exudes pure black evil spirit.

Under the shroud of evil spirit, his face was ugly, like a ghost Yaksha.

one person.

One night fork.

Both in one.

The ghost in the sword.

(End of this chapter)