"Because of my master."

Wang Jing dreamed for a while, and then spoke the first sentence.

The scene was quiet, without any other sounds.

"My master is the best in the world. No one can beat him with swords, so he died of a conspiracy."

These two sentences were not beyond Qiu Guyu's expectations. He looked at Wang Jingmeng and said, "Do you think Gu Liren's death is related to me and to the Qiu family?"

Wang Jingmeng did not directly answer Qiu Guyu's question, but continued without any emotional fluctuations: "My master is a Qin man. His existence is of course a great threat to the enemy dynasty. It is natural for the people of the enemy dynasty to think of him to die, but he died in Qin, so naturally there are Qin men who cannot escape. My Qin man finally produced the world's number one sword master. This is naturally the glory of all Qin men, but he died in Qin and was killed by conspiracy. This is the shame of all Qin men."

Qiu Guyu raised his eyebrows slightly, but he did not say anything else. He understood that Wang Jingmeng's words were not for him, but for all the Qin people present.

"I came to Changling, so of course I wanted to investigate the clues of my master's death and find out the real culprit. However, in my opinion, it was not my own affairs, but all the Qin people."

Wang Jingmeng calmly continued: "The sword of the sword is not for viewing. If you cast a sword without using it, it will rust after sealing the box over a long time. There are many sword masters in Changling, but they will practice their own lives, no matter how many achievements they have achieved in their practice, what is the use of this achievement for the Qin people? If you don't practice swords, it's better not to practice it. If every Qin people die, there are other Qin people who follow the blame. If the Qin people are bullied, every Qin people can stand up with the sword. Who in the world dares to bully me Qin people?"

"From today, I compete with people in Changling to make people in Changling feel that high cultivation level but not using it is useless, and they are proud of victory, courage, and the Qin people fighting."

....

"That's what he said?"

In the Yayuan, the old man looked at the middle-aged man who returned to his return and asked thoughtfully.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "No word is wrong."

"Gu Liren is a real idle person, idle clouds and wild cranes, and does not live in the world. Such a person floats in the sky." The old man smiled with emotion, "But his disciple is different. His disciple stood up in the city and forests, and was in the border town where laws and regulations are not complete. He must have seen too many unfair things. He fell on the ground. He naturally wanted to express his own views on this world."

The middle-aged man nodded again and said, "I have never seen a practitioner like him in my life. He can pick up any sword moves at will, and he seems to be able to fully understand the sword moves by just reading them once. Moreover, he is very smart and knows how to use the general trend. It won't take long. Most people in Changling will think that Gu Liren's death is the business of everyone in Changling, not just Wang Jingmeng and Bashan Sword Field."

The old man laughed, "I'm curious. If he was allowed to live well, would he become the second Gu Li person?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said, "Then do you want him to live well, or?"

"You should understand that he was right. In fact, no Qin man was willing to kill Gu Liren. Gu Liren died, but was forced." The old man looked at him and said, "If he could really make the Qin man know his shame and be brave, that would be a good thing."

The middle-aged man remained silent, nodded, and did not shake his head.

"The more anxious I want to deal with some people, it is easier to reveal flaws. Do nothing, and it has nothing to do with you." The old man looked at the middle-aged man. He knew exactly what the other party was thinking and smiled and said, "It's the case for Ying Wu, and it's the same for Wang Jingmeng."

...

"I now understand why you are sorry to me in the city outside the city."

Mo Ying followed Wang Jingmeng and others, and waited at the door of Luoyue Yaju, before he took a deep breath and said softly.

"Dinner together?"

Wang Jingmeng turned around, looked at him and asked.

Mo Ying was stunned and said, "Okay."

Dinner is very simple.

It's just some barbecue, a vegetable soup, and some brown rice.

But Mo Ying had no intention of eating. He ate the brown rice soaked with vegetables and finally couldn't help saying, "Are you on the road deliberately trying to see my endless storm?"

Wang Jingmeng scooped the vegetable soup all night. This kind of vegetable soup, which is very ordinary to the people of Changling, is very delicate in his eyes. The soup color is as crystal clear as jade, and the vegetables chosen do not have a special smell, but only has a fragrance.

"Yes."

He knew exactly what Mo Ying was thinking and said, "There is no problem with the Sword Sutra of Tianyi Pavilion. Tianyishengshui is of course a very strong Sword Sutra, but any Sword Sutra can have some improvements. And just like the freezing of winter, it can be caused by the accumulation of cold and depression, but it may also be that the sun cannot be sunbathed in the dark places, and other places have not been frozen yet, this place has been frozen, and it may also be because the cold wind is blowing very cold, which has taken away the heat of the place."

"So, you have really only seen the endless wind and rain on me, and you can improve and create new sword moves." Mo Ying put down his job. He looked at Wang Jingmeng opposite him and smiled bitterly, "I can understand the truth you said, but now my biggest problem... is that I have a sense of depressedness. A talented practitioner like you seems to be able to do what you want without any effort, but even if I have seen your sword moves and heard you explain these principles, I can still not improve my sword moves."

"Many different methods can achieve the final sword intent, but my master especially wants to find a disciple like me, and while saying that different people can adapt to different methods. Some people can learn from others' strengths, while others can focus on one sword." Wang Jingmeng's face became solemn.

He unconsciously thought of some sword moves in Qiyun Cave.

Those powerful ancients... some people just used one move over and over again, but the power of that move was heartbreaking.

Mo Ying looked at the job in front of him and was silent for a long time.

Then he raised his head, bowed deeply to Wang Jingmeng, and said, "I am a disciple of Tianyi Pavilion, but I want to practice with you, can I?"

Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan looked at each other. Lin Zhuojiu looked at him and couldn't help but frown and asked, "What kind of consciousness is this? Is it considered an apprenticeship?"

"I already have a formal teacher. If I leave the teacher's sect, it's really unreasonable."

Mo Ying took a deep breath and said seriously: "But in my heart you can be your teacher and keep the etiquette of your disciple."

"I'm still learning sword, so how can I be a teacher? But if you have some understanding of sword moves, or if you have a sword move, I should be able to find a way for you."

Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said.
Chapter completed!