"What did you do?" Since He Guqiong handed the book to Mu Zixuan, he was naturally prepared in his heart. Even if Mu Zixuan summoned another Ziwei Emperor from the book on the spot, he would still ignore it, but

Mu Zixuan destroyed the book without even looking at it, but it was completely beyond his expectation. He Guqiong squinted his eyes and said cautiously: "You worked so hard to find this book, why did you destroy it again? Mu Zixuan, you

What are you planning on?"

"Perhaps I worked so hard to find it just to destroy it with my own hands." Mu Zixuan turned over his hand and scattered the remaining ashes in his hand, letting them fly away with the wind. "Look, you guys said "Tai Yi Xuan Jing"

"It carries the lives of thousands of people, but after it is burned to ashes, it is no different. It also disintegrates with a gentle blow."

"Everything in the world will turn into ashes one day. Life is short, but that silly girl You Ning actually sacrificed her own life because of this external thing. Ha, is it worth it? The events of that year are all related to this book.

, then I will take this book and burn it to commemorate Youning Fanghun." Mu Zixuan stretched out his hand, trying to grab something from the flying ashes, but his hand was empty and he couldn't catch anything.

"You Ning has been dead for so many years, and you still miss her so much. You are so affectionate and have no regrets." He Guqiong said, and it was unclear whether he was sighing or mocking in his words, and at the same time he glanced at Ji Yaoyu intentionally or unintentionally.

When he left, Ji Yaoyu's expression was as usual, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

After the ashes were gone, the lonely and sad expression on Mu Zixuan's face also disappeared, and he returned to the calmness of the past. He sincerely thanked him and said: "The knot that has been in my heart for many years will be solved once it is solved. Thank you, uncle, for helping me."

He Guqiong stood up and said: "Excuse me for thanking you. I'm just fulfilling my promise. You should be lucky that you burned the book in time. Otherwise, maybe I would have started to seize the book and kill people now." He Guqiong's words are not alarmist.

He only said that he would hand over the "Taiyi Xuan Jing" to Mu Zixuan, but he did not say that he could not take it back after handing it over.

"Keep your word and keep your promises. Uncle Master may be the only true person in the Lingxiao Sword Sect. It's no wonder he is not tolerated by his fellow sect."

He Guqiong said: "Okay, don't waste your time on provocation. I will lend you my 'apprentice' for a while, and you must return him to me intact. I can't stay in Luoyang."

I’m used to it, so I have to leave first.”

He Guqiong turned his back and was about to leave, patting Ying Feiyang. At this time, a faint sound of mosquitoes came into Ying Feiyang's ears: "Keep an eye on him. If he makes any dangerous moves, you can go to the Zhuyixuan ten miles east of Luoyang to find him."

I."

After that, he left on his own regardless of whether Ying Feiyang agreed or not.

After walking a few steps, Mu Zixuan suddenly said: "Uncle Master helped me fulfill my wish, so I should repay him. I wonder if Uncle Master is still interested in the "Sword Art of Leading All Ways to Heaven"?"

Hearing this, He Guqiong froze and stopped. In the past, when he was disturbed by murderous thoughts, he had always hoped to find relief through the "Sword Art of Leading the Ten Thousand Daos to Heaven". In order to obtain this book, he worked hard and acted harder.

It's getting more and more extreme. Now that he has regained his Taoist heart, the "Sword Jue of Ten Thousand Dao Leading to Heaven" no longer means much to him, but his obsession has become a knot in his heart over the years, so how can he let it go?

"What do you mean?" He Guqiong turned around. Although his voice was still calm, his flashing eyes could not conceal his excitement.

"I happen to have a copied version of "The Sword Technique of Leading the Ten Thousand Ways to Return to Heaven". Although I can only copy out 30% of the essence of the original version, it does not have the risk of forgetting the sword skills that I have practiced in the original version. It can just solve the problem of my uncle.

Long-cherished wish.”

He Guqiong was slightly moved. The reason why most of the best swordsmanship are unique is because it is extremely difficult to copy them. These sword manuals are often a coherent whole, with words, images, and every word.

The strokes, every line of the image, and even the inconspicuous fine lines on the book may hide a different kind of sword intention. The transcriber needs advanced cultivation and a thorough grasp of the sword technique to copy this sword intention.

.

Every generation of the Lingxiao Sword Sect has a lot of people who have gone crazy due to forcibly copying sword techniques, and there has never been anyone who can copy the top sword technique of "The Sword Art of Leading the Ten Thousand Daos to the Heaven". Mu Zixuan said that he has it in his hands

The transcription version has reproduced 30% of the essence, which can be said to be shocking.

Although He Guqiong was shocked in his heart, he was wary on his face: "What conditions do you have?"

Mu Zixuan took out a scroll from his arms, threw it to He Guqiong generously and said: "There are no conditions, I just want to help you, and for some reason, I felt friendly when I first saw my uncle.

It feels like I was saved by my uncle a long time ago."

Although he still had doubts, the thing he had been looking for for many years was now in his hands so easily. He Guqiong could not hide his excitement and slowly opened the book, but the seal had not yet been opened.

Tu De closed the scroll fiercely and regained his usual indifference and said: "If what I expected is correct, this scroll was copied by your master, my good senior brother!"

"good."

"If it were someone else, being able to copy 30% of the essence would be considered a skill, but for my senior brother, it shouldn't be difficult even to copy 100% of the essence, right?"

Mu Zixuan nodded and said: "It is indeed not difficult, but the master said at the time that only 30% of the "Sword Art of Leading the Ten Thousand Ways to Heaven" is worthy of attention, and the remaining 70% is not to his liking."

Hearing this, He Guqiong was stunned, his face changed countless expressions in an instant, and finally he lowered his head and laughed softly, his laughter was low and melancholy, as if he was mocking himself, and it also sounded crazy, and his tone was like a steel needle.

It was as harsh and unpleasant as scratching the ground. It should have been affected by the air. I felt as if my heart was grabbed by an invisible hand and squeezed hard several times. I couldn't help but feel my heart blood flowing backwards. I almost wanted to vomit blood. I hurriedly used my kung fu to stabilize the churning energy and blood.

But after a while, He Guqiong's head gradually raised, and he changed from lowering his head and smiling to laughing up to the sky. The laughter was rising layer by layer, rising up like an eagle, straight into the sky, and the harsh tone also became high-pitched and heroic, quite

There is the exhilarating feeling of going straight up to the sky and looking at the world from a bird's eye view.

After the laughter stopped, He Guqiong had a different look on his face, and even the usual gloomy temperament in the past was gone, and he said: "The things that Gu Jiansheng discarded like a pair of shoes, I actually regard them as treasures.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, since I have stepped out of my own way of swordsmanship, why bother trying to pick up the wisdom of others." As he said that, he threw the scroll back casually, transformed into a long sword and whizzed away, his body hidden in the moonlit night.

"He Laodao has made great progress in cultivation, which is beyond our expectations. He is already difficult to deal with. What is your purpose of helping him untie his knot?" Ji Yaoyu asked quietly when she saw that the person had walked away.

"As I said, it just seems to be friendly to him. Not everything must have a purpose."

Ji Yaoyu frowned slightly and said nothing. Mu Zixuan shook the scroll in his hand again and responded like a show off product: "Uncle Master, if you don't want it, then do you want it?"

Ying Feiyang rubbed his forehead with his fingers and said, "Come again, how much do you like to force your sword moves on me?"

"I don't know what's good and what's good. I don't know what's going on in an instant, but others haven't had the chance to learn it. You still have an opinion." Mu Zixuan sat down cross-legged in front of Ying Feiyang.

Although it was only the second time they met, Ying Feiyang didn't feel any awkward or reserved at all, as if he and the senior brother in front of him had been studying together since childhood. Although he was wary of him in his heart, the conversation was natural and casual. "Okay, now that senior uncle has

I sold you, and I will be at your disposal, senior brother. I wonder what your instructions are?" Ying Feiyang patted his chest and said.

"No, where are you going back and forth from?" Mu Zixuan said casually.

"Ah?" Ying Feiyang was taken aback, "Although it's a good thing to be light when you have nothing to do, I still feel that you are looking down upon me."

"I want you to kill Sima Chengzhen, do you want to kill him or not?"

"What?" Ying Feiyang was startled again and said defensively: "You want to kill Zhenren Sima?"

Mu Zi

He sent Ming Ye, who had first-rate qualifications, to be his apprentice. If he was lucky, he might be promoted to the next headmaster of the Shangqing sect. At worst, he could leave a role in the Shangqing sect.

Hidden stakes, who would have thought that my uncle would send a guy like you to me, and bringing you here alone would be equivalent to pulling out two of my chess pieces from the Shangqing Sect and the Lingxiao Sword Sect at the same time."

Seeing the disgusted expression on Mu Zixuan's face, Ying Feiyang couldn't help but said angrily: "What makes you such a guy? I defeated Ming Ye in the sword trial competition!"

Mu Zixuan said sternly: "It's not about strength, but about temperament. Mingye is a very simple person. He always repays kindness and revenge, and I happened to be kind to him. If it were Mingye, he must have started to think about how to replace him."

I killed Sima Chengzhen. But you are different. You have more thoughts than Ming Ye, and you are wary of me, so I asked you to do things for me. Humph, my uncle just asked you to monitor me and report to him if there is any situation.

Report, do you really think I didn’t hear it?”

Ying Feiyang's heart tightened, but he made a judgment in just a moment, "He is cheating me!" Thinking of this, Ying Feiyang slapped the table and said righteously: "You and I are brothers, although we don't have the same skills.

However, after hearing about your deeds a few days ago, I have always admired you, but when we meet today, I can’t see any sincerity from you, which is really heartbreaking for my junior brother.”

After Ying Feiyang finished speaking, Ji Yaoyue stood up suddenly and walked straight out the door. "Yue'er? Where are you going?" Ji Yaoyue asked.

"These two love acting so much. I really can't stand it anymore. Let's go out for a walk." Ji Yaoyue said and quickly left the hall.

Ying Feiyang and Mu Zixuan looked at each other, smiled at each other, and Ying Feiyang said: "Well, since senior brother doesn't need my help, I won't stay any longer and leave here."

Mu Zixuan smiled and said: "We are destined to meet each other today, and I have learned that in this year, my junior brother's cultivation, knowledge, and character have made amazing progress. Senior brother is also very pleased to see this, but before I say goodbye, I have to give you a reminder.

"

Ying Feiyang also raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right, I also have a compliment."

Mu Zixuan/Ying Feiyang: "Master is not a kind person/Master is definitely not a villain." The two of them said in unison almost at the same time.

"It seems we have no tacit understanding anymore." The two of them said this at the same time with great tacit understanding.

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Jumping over the wall and jumping back to Shangqing Temple, it was dawn and without the cover of night, the four lines of poems left by He Guqiong on the wall of the courtyard were particularly dazzling. Ying Feiyang sighed and thought: "Master Sima always gets up early.

, before anyone finds out, tell him about leaving the letter first, so as not to make other disciples make a fuss, and then it’s time to say goodbye to the real person and the princess."

After staying here for a month, although there were many things to worry about, I still felt quite sad when I was about to say goodbye. Ying Feiyang walked into the Yangxin Hall, Sima Chengzhen's residence. The door of the hall was already wide open, but there was no one inside.

After calling out for a few times, Ying Feiyang's heart skipped a beat, and there was a vague sense of foreboding. He didn't care about being rude and entered the room on his own.

When Fang Ru entered the room, he saw that the dark room was covered with sword marks and was full of devastation. Bottles, cups and dishes were broken on the floor. "Master Sima, are you there?" Ying Feiyang called softly.

A drop of viscous liquid "dropped" on the bridge of Ying Feiyang's nose, causing a bloody smell. Ying Feiyang raised his eyes and saw the most shocking scene.

"Supreme Righteous Way", these four big characters on the plaque on the beam were mentioned by the emperor himself to show his respect for Sima Chengzhen. But now, these four gilt characters have been dyed a dazzling blood red.
Chapter completed!