"Are you cursing me?" Shen Yanchu held the sword in his hand, and the sword edge got a little closer.
Now being controlled by others, Qin Chuan asked unwillingly: "Who are you?"
There was no such person in his mind, unless the other party did not belong to Kyushu, or even to any sect of the Song Dynasty.
Shen Yanchu's deer-fighting sword was placed across Qin Chuan's neck. His eyebrows were stern and he asked, "Who am I and what does it have to do with you?"
Qin Chuan's throat trembled, and for a moment, he was unable to refute.
If he thought Shen Yanchu had outstanding martial arts skills before, what he heard next shocked Qin Chuan.
Shen Yanchu stared at his eyebrows and said slowly: "It seems that you hate me and want to kill me quickly, but you are also afraid of falling into my hands and being tortured, so you want to escape, and you are not escaping to deal with Wangfeng. Building, but let them send out killers to eliminate the roots for you..."
Qin Chuan was deeply shocked by his understatement, but he tried hard to maintain a fake smile on his face: "Why do you think so? I was confused before, but when it comes down to it, I have also suffered, so how can I dare to talk to Wangfenglou? Working together in treacherous ways."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Liu Ruyan: "Girl, do you think so?"
Liu Ruyan crossed her arms and crossed her chest, looking at the two of them: "I only believe in his judgment. As for you, I can't believe it."
"You!" Qin Chuan was even speechless and said angrily, "Okay, okay, okay, if you want to kill me, I'll give him a good chop!"
Seeking death?
Shen Yanchu couldn't help but look at Liu Ruyan.
Seeing her secretly winking, he freed up his hand and hit several key points on Qin Chuan's body while sheathing the Zhulu Sword.
Liu Ruyan glanced at the sword in his hand and thought of his superb swordsmanship. He didn't look like a person with no foundation at all: "Have you learned swordsmanship before?"
Shen Yanchu was slightly startled: "I should have practiced it when I was a child. I can't remember the details, but I just regained some feeling."
"Just a little bit of feeling?" she exclaimed, "How do you want to be so humble?"
"What the host doesn't know is that the mental method of the Puppet Technique is also called the Cang Ming Burning Heart Technique, which can complement the ultimate martial arts and achieve twice the result with half the effort." Ye Xun explained, "The Burning Heart Technique is just like the ruthless Tao, which has no sorrow or joy. There is no love, no hatred, no desires, no pursuits. Only by focusing on nothing can one reach the peak of martial arts. Therefore, the hero’s understanding is extremely good, and his sword skills can be mastered within a hundred moves.”
The so-called genius is only at the cost of cutting off the seven emotions and six desires.
Liu Ruyan looked at him, feeling no envy in her heart, but a slight feeling of discomfort.
"What are you doing to catch me? Kill me or chop me into pieces. Give me a good time!" Qin Chuan's eyes turned red, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body.
Liu Ruyan looked at Qin Chuan. She took a few steps closer and squatted in front of Qin Chuan: "I advise you not to exert any effort."
After saying that, she stretched out her right hand and slowly reached over.
Qin Chuan hid back with a ghostly expression: "What are you going to do? Why don't you stop!"
Liu Ruyan frowned and finally found a letter from the brocade bag on his waist.
There were only a few words in the letter, which were very close to her original guess, using the Sword Tomb as bait to defeat each sect one by one.
If it weren't for Liu Ruyan's intervention, these Sword Sect disciples would never return. At that time, their sect would definitely send people to investigate, and they would fall into a trap and kill someone with a borrowed sword.
Shen Yanchu looked at the letter in her hand and suddenly asked, "Why does Qin Chuan carry the letter with him?"
This kind of secret message should be destroyed in time, but Qin Chuan wore it close to his body and placed it in the most conspicuous position.
Liu Ruyan knew it well and deliberately said loudly: "Brother Qinchuan is afraid that if someone catches him one day, he might as well divert the trouble to the east."
Qin Chuan's face suddenly changed and he shouted angrily: "Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about!"
He glanced into the distance imperceptibly, as if he had some scruples.
Liu Ruyan noticed something was wrong with his expression, so she raised her eyes and saw a large dense forest at the end of her sight.
Is someone watching?
She folded the letter and put it back on his waist: "I'll give this letter back to you. Please keep it well and don't lose it."
Qin Chuan's face became even more ugly. This woman definitely did it on purpose!
"Qin Chuan is your pseudonym?" she asked suddenly, remembering that he just used the extremely cold sword technique, Yan Luo Ping Sha.
"Is Elder Murong's death also related to you? You were once a disciple of the Qingyan Sect?"
Qin Chuan laughed at himself, with complicated emotions flashing through his eyes.
He finally closed his eyes, said nothing, and fell into a long silence.
——His real name is Qin Cang. When he was five years old, he became a disciple of the great elder of the Qingyan Sect.
He is a martial arts prodigy that is rare to see in a century. He is extremely talented and has already become famous in the Sword Sect at a young age. The leader even intended to accept him as a closed disciple, but he had to give up because he was the first to become a disciple.
Until one time, Master went to Xihe Town to help the people to eliminate water bandits. However, on the way, his old illness relapsed and he continued to wheeze. Finally, he was hacked to death by a group of water bandits.
When the body was returned to the sect, it was the relics he had collected for his master.
Unintentionally, I discovered that there were many fine oyster powders mixed in the scabbard that Master wore.
Master could not eat shells during his lifetime to avoid causing stridor. However, only a few familiar people knew about this. After some investigation, he finally suspected Elder Murong.
When he brought the physical evidence he had collected so hard to Murong, Elder Murong confessed on the spot, saying that he was confused for a moment and regretted it, and promised him that he would personally plead guilty to the headmaster after dawn.
Unexpectedly, early the next morning, Elder Murong came to the head with his master's sword.
"The evil disciple brought harm to the master's sect and is so treacherous. At such a young age, he has such deep thoughts. Fortunately, his master treats him like his own son. What a sin!"
Elder Murong gritted his teeth and held out something: "I found this from that evil disciple's room. I would like to ask the master to take a look at it."
The headmaster took the letter from him and his face suddenly darkened.
The skills recorded in the handbook have never been passed on to the outside world. Only the master's direct disciples can practice them. How could they fall into Qin Cang's hands?
It is said that Qin Cang likes to stay in the library the most. Half a year ago, when he was reading on the top floor, he accidentally found a notebook.
He flipped through it casually, but he didn't know that the mental methods recorded in it were so pure and cold that they were rare top-notch martial arts.
Qin Cang painstakingly studied the secrets of the mind method, practiced every day, and combined his swordsmanship with the extreme cold technique to become even more powerful than before.
He was overjoyed. Unexpectedly, when his master died, Elder Murong, in order to escape guilt, put all the blame on him, including this exercise book, which he claimed was stolen by him.
Even Dugu Yi, with whom he had a close friendship, was clear-headed in front of the leader, listing his various crimes.
A majestic martial arts prodigy, the proud son of the Emperor, a young man in bright clothes who is admired by everyone.
Falling from the altar overnight.
Qin Cang was speechless. He walked on his knees and came to the head of the house. He knelt down, begged and explained his innocence.
In the Discipline Hall, hundreds of fellow disciples, including Dugu Yi, only looked at him coldly from the beginning to the end.
The blood mist seeped out, and Qin Cang was put on a thorn board to be flogged. He gritted his teeth and raised his head. He still remembers the way everyone looked at him at that time - disgust, contempt, and gloating about his misfortune.
And he was alone and helpless.
His fellow disciples only knew that he was arrogant and arrogant, but they didn't know that he was eager to improve his martial arts skills, was agile, eager to learn, and had an open mind.
The elders from the same sect only thought that he was talented and intelligent, but little did they know that in order to perfect a set of swordsmanship, he worked hard from dawn to dusk and practiced hard.
They didn't know any of this.
And the only master who knew his nature well has died under the Nine Springs without resting in peace.