Walk into the bamboo sea in the basin, and the breeze is swaying.

Purple slender bamboos are all over the eyes.

This purple bamboo forest has no end.

At first, Chen Qingniu was still interested in reaching out to play the purple bamboo and trying its toughness, but later he lost interest.

After walking for half a day, I spent the same time as climbing. Finally, I saw a popular place, a quiet and elegant place with large and large bamboo buildings. The woman was wearing green clothes, with long sleeves fluttering, and her expression was solemn and calm carved from the same mold. She was a bit more fairy-like than the disciples of Bailian. When she saw Mrs. Fan, she respectfully called Uncle Fan or Uncle Fan. When she saw Chen Qingniu, she was not a woman's businessman in the Bailian Sect who considered a product, and was surprised and curious. Chen Qingniu was secretly happy when she heard a young woman calling Uncle Fan. It turned out that Lotus Peak had a younger generation than her. It was a good omen. This green lotus bamboo sea was indeed a Feng Shui treasure land, and maybe she really had hope of making a fortune.

A slightly older Qing beautiful woman was entertaining Mrs. Fan and Chen Qingniu on the floor of a two-story bamboo building, and said a little apologizing: "Senior Sister Fan, Master and Mr. Su are practicing swords in Kunzhu Forest for many days. I can only come forward to entertain you for the time being. If you are negligent, I hope Senior Sister Fan will be forgiven."

Mrs. Fan tasted a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Qi, it doesn't matter. You just need to take time to take us to Xunzhuhai. We are so troubled."

The elegant woman dressed simply, with only a purple bamboo hairpin with green lotus color on her hair, and smiled gently, "When my senior sister and Mr. Chen finished their tea, we will go to Xunzhuhai."

Mrs. Fan smiled and nodded.

Mr. Chen.

Chen Qingniu is calm on the surface, but his heart is overturned.

This is the first time he is called a young master. With his thick-skinned face, he still couldn't help but get hot, so he had to lower his head to drink tea. Chen Qingniu is still familiar with the tea ceremony. He has worked as a servant who serves tea and water in Liulifang. He smells the tea fragrance of high-quality tea leaves and sees many details of tea drinking by poets and literati. He can also look decent. This tea is a deep mountain old tea specialized in Lotus Peak. It has no name. The soup is blue and purple, and the tea leaves are curled like snails. It sinks into the bottom as soon as it enters a cup.

Spring is like the bottom of the lake, and it is pleasing to the eye just by looking at it. The tea water is not sour and slightly astringent in the mouth, but after chewing it, you can notice the fragrance between the tongue and teeth is far away, which is wonderful. Chen Qingniu guessed that those guys with a lot of ink in his stomach must have pulled out a lot of space by just taking a sip, sighing that he is too white, otherwise he would have a few words to make a good impression of being approachable, unlike now that he can only shut up and pretend to be profound.

After tasting the tea, the elegant woman surnamed Qi took him and Mrs. Fan to Xunzhu Forest.

The Qinglian Bamboo Sea is divided into eight bamboo forests according to the Eight Trigrams. The eight bamboo forests of Qian, Kun, Xun, Dui, Gen, Zhen, Li, and Kan. Each sword practices has its own mysterious considerations. For example, Kun bamboo forest, Kun is the earth, and the earth produces all things to carry virtue, so it is conducive to practicing the sword of the king. As for the Qianzhu forest, it is only suitable for practicing the most difficult sword of the heaven. According to Mrs. Fan’s first step into the bamboo sea, even the leader of the Qinglian Sect dared not enter the Qianzhu forest to practice the sword, otherwise it would be backfired. It has only been said for a hundred years.

Only when outsider Huang Donglai was qualified to control the sword in that bamboo sea without any harm. Ten years ago, the Qinglian candidate Su Ran was brought into the bamboo sea by the sect leader Mu Qingxin. He first worked hard to control the sword in the Dui bamboo forest adjacent to the Qianzhu Forest. As a result, he saw Huang Donglai flying with the sword, which was seamlessly matched with a great saint's sound, which was shocked. He began a bitter love of unrequited love. Every time Huang Donglai came to the bamboo sea to practice sword, this guy would go to observe with a stern face. I don't know if he saw more sword skills or more beautiful women.

Thinking of this, Chen Qingniu was very curious about how heroic and unique taste Su Jianzi had, so he fell in love with his spoiled uncle Huang Donglai at first sight ten years ago.

After thinking for a long time, Chen Qingniu could only explain that Penglai Sea was a small place. Su Jianzi was not as good as seeing sows playing the piano and dancing. He was a young man who had never even seen the sows running away. He had only seen the older Qinglian Sect Master. When he returned to Lianhua Peak, he had the courage to fall in love with Huang Donglai.

Xunzhu Forest, specializes in the sword of the devil.

There is a turbulent truth in the world composed of countless martial artists and knights such as Wang Qiong, the young coach of Liulifang, that is, there is a turbulent truth: the martial arts of the world are only fast and not broken.

In Xun Bamboo Forest, the purpose of swordsmanship is to seek speed.

As fast as the wind, as a tornado, the strong wind shaking the nine provinces.

When he arrived at the destination, Chen Qingniu saw two bamboo buildings that were obviously temporarily built. It is not difficult to understand that there are only two Bagua bamboo forests that are uneducated. One is the bamboo forest that is profound and high, and the other is the Xun bamboo forest that is abandoned because of its inequality. Qinglian Sect’s swordsmanship is known for its elegance and elegance, and does not have the grand spirit of the Nine-Meridian Sword Sect’s grand view. After the junior sister Qinglian Qi left, Mrs. Fan said softly: “There is ninety-nine swordsmanship, and there is no distinction between high and inferiority. Yangchun and white snow can all be achieved. Qinglian Sword lives in a corner and is in seclusion to build cars. Guanyin’s swordsmanship cannot escape the rut. After all, it is still limited by the pattern. It has been wasted the pains of the Nine-Meridian Sword Sect alone, which wasted the pains of the foreign sword immortal back then.”

Chen Qingniu thought about it carefully and found that it was the truth. He asked in confusion: "Does Qinglian Sect not understand this?"

Mrs. Fan stood in the bamboo forest with a transcendent temperament. She was even more dazzling with her height. The young Chen Qingniu is still half a head short of her when she got taller, so she always needs to look up when talking to her.

She shook her head and smiled, "Master Mu may understand the truth, maybe many Qinglian disciples, including Su Jianzi, also understand it, but you and I can sit and talk about it easily, just to move their mouths. But if you really want to implement it, it is as difficult as climbing to heaven. The Qinglian sword technique has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is not so easy to surpass. It has never been powerful and powerful above the old swordsmanship. No matter how good the truth is, it is just a loft in the air, which only adds to the disgust of the audience. People in the world are like this, and they agree with each other, even if they know that they are polite and like it, but they don't like to listen to it. It's not that they don't understand it, but that many things know that they can't do that well. When others say it, they hit the pain. In the end, what's the use of each other?"

Chen Qingniu suddenly realized his mind.

Once the pattern is said, it cannot be achieved overnight. It is a waterwork that can wear away a stone.

Mrs. Fan laughed at herself and said, "Woman, I'm old, just talk nonsense."

Chen Qingniu quickly said, "To Qingniu, it is all good words that are hard to buy. Madam, do you believe it? After meeting Madam, please remember Qingniu clearly every word that Madam said?"

Mrs. Fan turned around and stared at Chen Qingniu, and said in surprise: "Serious?"

Chen Qingniu said with firm eyes: "Madam doesn't believe it, Qingniu can repeat it all now."

Mrs. Fan smiled and shook her head, and said with relief: "I believe that if you are willing to worry about things or people, it is really hard to forget. It's not this one, I almost forgot. This is the biggest reason why I like you. Okay, let's stop chatting. I will teach you the entry-level sword technique of the Nine-Meridian Sword Sect in the Dongsheng Yingzhou lineage, "The Song of the Great Wind", remember it."

Mrs. Fan dictates the sword technique, after all, it is just a basic sword technique. Compared with the "Taishang Sword Curse" thrown by the young master, it is relatively simple and more meticulous. It makes Chen Qingniu, who is devoted to martial arts by any means, and is very interested in "Yu Liaozi". This guy's interest in "Yu Liaozi" is actually much smaller than that of the Hammer Fairy Fist. In Chen Qingniu's opinion, even though he knows that Wei Liaozi's qi-induced art is the foundation for his body, he still can't help but focus on the domineering Hammer Fairy Fist. He likes the pleasure of letting the enemy's skin bloom after he reaches the flesh. This is what it is.

The most realistic picture brought by the most real power, as for the "Black Whale Water Swallowing Technique", which is regarded as a filthy thing by the righteous path, is even more precious among the treasures. It is so comfortable to refine all the opponent's flesh and blood essence, which is more comfortable than the murders and robbers in the world, and the wife and daughter are more realistic than the murders and robbers in the world. So after listening to Mrs. Fan's introduction, he sneered at the Qinglian sword technique in his heart. He could not kill the sword that most people with the least strength. Is that still a sword? Such a sissy fancy sword technique is flashy and unreal, and it's better not to learn it.

What is the only domineering thing in the tram?

It is not the majestic and seemingly strong and powerful skin of the client, nor the poet's poems written by the poet, but the heroic spirit on the bed. Everything has to be done by the big bird in the crotch!

Chen Qingniu listened too much to the red card, and the next day after the Qinglings finished, he complained and ridiculed to a different person who loved him from the bed.

Therefore, Chen Qingniu is such a rough man, and he is really guided and trained by Mrs. Fan, who is so rational that he is mean and cold, so that he can have a way out. Otherwise, throwing him into Qinglian will only be a waste of money that he can hold a sword for Wei Jianzi for ten thousand years.

This time, Mrs. Fan did not become the manager of the hand, and personally taught Chen Qing Niu Nujian in Xunzhulin for three days. After he could at least get three feet away from the hand slave sword, he left the bamboo building.

Within one meter of his hand, it is just a slave sword.

One meter away, the sword is to capture the head of a person and take objects from a bag.

Only when flying with a sword, one day and a thousand miles away can you be called a sword.

Chen Qingniu Nu's sword three feet away and stabbed the bamboo sword that Qinglian Shishi temporarily gave into a purple bamboo.

He stood there with red eyes.

Lips tremble.

Even Mrs. Fan, who is the most understanding of Chen Qingniu's thoughts in the world, doesn't know why this young man is so particularly excited. In her opinion, with Chen Qingniu's current serious and unobstructed classics, most of the more than 400 Qi Mansions unimpeded cultivation, and one person slaughtered all the wrists of the yellow viper and white ape in the ape cave, there is no reason why she cannot control her emotions because of the ordinary bamboo sword given by Qi Qingman. But she cannot practice with Chen Qingniu for a long time. First, the effect is not great, and second, she also has various tedious matters to worry about. It is the limit to practice for three days.

She walked out of the Qinglian Bamboo Sea, destined to be unaware that everything seemed to be under her control. Chen Qingniu, who seemed to be under her control, went to the bamboo building where she lived for three nights. Standing in the building, looking at the bamboo bed where she had only lie for a moment, she said a cold word: "Madam, I don't care about everything you use me at all, and I'll be grateful, but Madam, you have done less to your senior sister. The ape cave was sealed, but with the madam's cultivation, is it difficult to visit even if you see a grave? Could it be that you forgot Tang Hongzhuan's sidelines? Is it because of the stiff relationship with Madam? Today, Madam teaches me to control the sword, and in the future, in addition to using Qinghong Chixuan to repay Tang Hongzhuan twice for Madam, it seems that she will also give back to Madam."

Revenge is inevitable.

Someone had only the conscience that was unintentionally awakened by a kind woman in a rough veil dress, and was eaten by God.

After enduring and hiding for a hundred days, he exploded instantly. Chen Qingniu, who had always seen through the fate of the butcher, was the master of Bailian Sect.

But for some reason, Yan Ci, who is skilled in Ziwei Nine Palaces, has never told her confidant Fan Xuanyu about this.

The old man saw Chen Qingniu on the cliff of Sacrifice, and only said good things that sounded like the heart of a bodhisattva was useless.

The immortal family is pure and cold.

Which fairy is not under the feet of a vast array of white bones made of all living beings?

Chen Qingniu practiced his sword like crazy for ten days, and his slave sword was three feet long.

At first, the progress of seven days increased rapidly by one foot per day.

Four feet.

Five feet.

...

On the seventh day, I finally left one meter.

The unintentional act of the young master was thrown to the "Shangshang Sword Curse" of the young man who was now in a crazy state, and accidentally opened a brand new door, and inside it was a thrilling and broad world.

Let Chen Qingniu, who has always been confused about swordsmanship, be in the bamboo sea like a large sword pool, and feel that sword energy can be radiant everywhere in the world.

The sword embryo Huang Donglai, "The Sword Curse of the Supreme Sword", Sword Immortal 800 years ago, Zizhu Sword Sea.

By chance, a fruit was borne, and it was eventually picked by a young butcher who had never touched a sword half a year ago.
Chapter completed!