Within an hour, Qingqing, in addition to getting up from time to time and injecting true energy into the short sword, always touched Tang Shan's lips. Tang Shan also taught her the light skills recorded in "The Record of the Swords" without missing a word.

Qingqing was originally a disciple of the Taoist sect, and soon realized the mystery. She turned her wrists and opened her hands, and immediately created three emerald green swords. With her palms grabbed, the sword was immediately retracted and hidden into her body. At the same time, her true energy began to grow slowly. After three hours, her true energy not only did not lose at all, but instead exceeded 30% of the time.

There is no doubt that "The Record of the Swords" is definitely a top-level magic. Qingqing was a disciple of Tiexiang at the age of six, entered Tzu Chi Temple to study art at the age of nine, and became a monk at the age of sixteen. After two years of enlightenment, her cultivation was ranked first among the many disciples of Tiexiang Shenni. Even the senior sister who had been enlightened for thirty years was slightly inferior to her. Therefore, she was able to enter and exit the temple freely and guard the mountain gate, without having to stay in seclusion in the back mountain to practice hard.

Just four hours ago, she was proud of her cultivation. But after just practicing "Steeping at the Shadow and Chasing the Wind", in just three hours, she could actually create three swords, and her true energy increased by 30%. If she was exempted from external interference and practiced in seclusion, her true energy would double in just one day. At this speed, within ten years, she would have the strength to go to the main hall, challenge the two elders, and become one of the great monks of the Dao Sect.

Twenty-eight years old, a great monk of the Dao Sect! This was something she didn't even dare to dream of in her dreams. But at the moment, it was this "lewdie" who was seriously injured under her sword, who was helping her, step by step, turning this unexpected thing into reality.

No one can imagine the changes that happened to Mu Qingqing. Even the hell demon general who guided Tang Shan, I am afraid that Qingqing would have such a high understanding of this magic of the Dao Sect.

The method of enlightenment is like a chessboard, and magic is like a chess piece. The word "力" determines the level of chess skills. As long as a person's understanding is high enough, the rest depends on his immortal fate. If he meets a great immortal fate, not to mention twenty-eight years old, even eight years old or eight years old, he is completely likely to be among the great monks.

Qingqing met her great immortal fate at this time, but her great immortal fate was not "The Record of the Sword", but Tang Shan. She silently stared at the "lewd thief" in front of her. Suddenly, she found that this "lewd thief" was no longer so annoying. Although she could not say she had a good impression, at least she would not feel disgusted when she saw Tang Shan's appearance.

At dusk, noise came outside the house.

Qingqing could hear that there were four people and four men.

They first met Princess Huairou, then sent the Princess to the guest room, and then returned and knocked on Qingqing's door.

"If you don't want to disturb Lord Tang and don't want him to die immediately. Then you will stay outside the yard, and no one is allowed to get close except my master and Jin Yijian." Qingqing already knew their identities, Jinyiwei, and Tang Shan's subordinates. So she opened the door and did not allow the four of them to speak, and directly gave orders to them.

Of course, the four of them were Quan Sen, Hao Jizu, Yuan Tai and Xiuming who were "waiting to follow". After hearing Qingqing's words, the four of them said nothing, but were stunned by the stunning beauty who did not use any makeup. Until the door of the room closed, the four of them stood there for another stick of incense, and then left and guarded the gate of the courtyard.

"Qingqing...qingqing..." Tang Shan was hot all over, sometimes cold all over, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out from his forehead and temples. Amid the confused call, he once again entered a life-and-death moment where his life was like a wandering spring and his life was hanging on a thread.

All Qingqing could do was to maintain the short sword that was stabbed in Tang Shan's chest, and whether he could survive Jin Yijian was able to come to treat him.

Qingqing shook her lips gently and whispered: "I'm sorry, Qingqing's move is too heavy! You must hold on and don't die, otherwise Qingqing will be uneasy for life!"

"No...no...I'm going to die, there's not much time!" A tear suddenly appeared in the corner of Tang Shan's eyes, which quietly slipped down, "My revenge... I don't have to avenge you, and Xia'er won't be sad... Also, my sword record has not been taught yet, and I'm hiding without a trace, flying meteors, you have to remember it with your heart... I don't have time to say it again, how much can you remember!" He suddenly opened his eyes, as if it was a sign of rejuvenation, and his spirit was much better.

"No...no...you really can't die, I...I can't accept your favor anymore!" Qingqing shook her head hurriedly. She knew very well that a higher-level spell like "The Record of the Swords", no matter which clan she was in, was qualified to practice only when she was promoted to an elder. If it weren't for Tang Shan's injury, she had to practice "Steeping in the Shadow and Chasing the Wind" to maintain her short sword, and she would never dare to accept such favors.

Now she can fully maintain the dagger, let alone twelve hours, even seven days and seven nights are not a problem.

If Tang Shan continues to teach her the skills in "The Record of the Swords", it will be an additional gift. If she is willing to accept it, she must repay Tang Shan's gift.

Such a lustful bad man can imagine the reward he asked for such a stunning beauty like her, which is absolutely unacceptable to her.

Tang Shan seemed to have not heard Qingqing's words at all, staring at the roof with his eyes straightened and began to narrate "The Escape" and "Flying Meteors"...

Qingqing didn't dare to listen, but she couldn't control her ears at all. After all, it was a top-level spell. As a monk, who could resist such temptation? So, she knew that she shouldn't accept Tang Shan's favor, but she kept Tang Shan's words in her heart.

It's been three times at night!

Tang Shan finally finished teaching the footwork and sword techniques recorded in "The Record of the Swords", and then said eight words: "Flying the sword to fly to the sky, and becoming an immortal." Then, his eyes began to dissipate, he slowly closed his eyes and murmured: "It's so beautiful... I am your brother Shan... hug me... kiss me..."

This is Tang Shan’s request. Qingqing accepted his favor and had to repay him.

Qingqing's mood was already in chaos, and her face turned red in shame instantly, and it kept red to her neck.

"You...you must not be willing, I know... forget it..." Tang Shan sighed softly.

Qingqing was stunned for a stick of incense and suddenly put his jade finger on Tang Shan's wrist. Tang Shan's pulse was thin and long, so weak that it was almost impossible to detect. After a long time, his heart beat gently. Suddenly, Tang Shan let out a breath, and another tear flowed out of the corner of his eyes. The tears were a little muddy, as if he wanted to take away the filth in his heart and make him become a clean person before his death. Then, he no longer had any sound.

"Master Tang...Master Tang..." Qingqing called in a low voice, but she did not hear Tang Shan's answer. The short sword stabbed Tang Shan's chest slowly dissipated and eventually disappeared. Tang Shan no longer had a pulse. Qingqing took back his fingers, wiped the sweat stains on Tang Shan's face with a silk squid, and thought about it, finally helped him sit on the bed and gently hugged him in his arms, "I'm sorry, Qingqing killed you. But you not only did not hate Qingqing, but also taught the Yujian Record to Qingqing!" Tears appeared in Qingqing's eyes, he leaned on his red lips, and left a fragrant kiss on Tang Shan's forehead.

The night is long and silent!

Tang Shan lay silently on the bed, and the body had become stiff and cold.

Qingqing sat by the bed, crying with her. She was still waiting, waiting for her master to bring back Jin Yiting. Although she knew that no matter how high Jin Yiting's medical skills were, she could not help but succeed, she still wanted to ask Jin Yiting to try it.

"Qingqing?" A call came from outside the room, it was in Korean.

Although Quan Sen and others were guarding outside the hospital, they could not stop a master like Han Wen.

A gap was opened in the door, Qingqing pressed against the door and asked in a low voice: "Brother Six, it's already very late, what's wrong with you?"

Han Wen stood outside the door in a regular manner and whispered: "Do you remember, I once told you that I want to reshape the golden body for the Buddha statue in Tzu Chi Temple."

"Remember!" Qingqing smiled, "But I told you that if you do that, the master will not only not agree to our marriage, but will also be more disgusted with you!"

"But..." Han Wen was a little helpless, "Now someone took out the gold and brought it to Tzu Chi An. But you must believe that this is not my idea!"

Qingqing was slightly stunned, "Didn't you say...that gold was given to Lu Huai by his elder brother?"

"Not bad! The gold was indeed given to my second brother." Han Wen frowned and said, "It seems that my second brother handed over the gold to Tang Shan and asked him to reshape the golden body for the Buddha statue in Tzu Chi Temple. Perhaps it was my second brother who wanted to help me fulfill my previous promise to you!"

"Sixth brother, although the second brother has good intentions, Master... we must return the gold." Qingqing seemed a little nervous, "What's more, Lord Tang has passed away!"

Han Wen was shocked, "Is Tang Shan dead?"

Tang Shan was not dead yet, although he had no heartbeat or breathing. However, the two horses of "ice" and "fire" were tossing in his body.

Qingqing's true energy was like a cold cold air, covering Tang Shan's heart with a hard shell like ice. It was this hard shell that not only restricted Tang Shan's heartbeat, but also restricted his breathing, causing Tang Shan to enter a state of false death and a deep coma.

Just as Qingqing ran to the door and talked to Han Wen, the "fire" horse in Tang Shan's body had melted the ice wrapped around his heart, and the "ice" horse collected the cold true energy for his own use. As the two horses intertwined each other and ran in slowly, the scar on Tang Shan's heart actually healed slowly, and then recovered as before, leaving only a pink scar.

"Since Tang Shan is dead, there is no one to entrust the second brother's gold, so I feel relieved!" The meaning in Korean language is not like for 30,000 taels of gold, but like coming to inquire about Tang Shan's life and death.

"Sixth Brother!" Qingqing sighed faintly and said, "Mr. Tang died because of me. When my master returns, I really don't know how to explain to her!"

"No need to explain!" Tang Shan sat up from the bed.
Chapter completed!