The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

Although Xie Songlin is a dude, but he has good qualifications and is favored by his father. He has taken a lot of old ginseng and precious medicines, and he has already become a third-level warrior.

"Third level martial artist?" Zhao Qiu smiled slightly. When he was in the third level of martial arts, he could defeat the fourth level warrior.

Now that the martial arts are at the fourth level, it is easy to capture the next third level martial artist.

Zhao Qiu thought to himself, "It's just that, now that I've come to Xie's house, no matter what, I have to go to his house's scripture storage pavilion to have a look!"

In this villa, there is a small temple, which is "Wuzu Temple".

In this world, there are so many Martial Ancestor temples, big and small gangs, big and small families, and people who practice martial arts all have the custom of worshiping Martial Ancestor.

The secret books collected by the Xie family over the years are stored in the Martial Ancestor Temple.

However, in the Martial Ancestor Temple, there is a disciple of the family who takes turns guarding it every day.

Zhao Qiu rubbed his head. While sweeping the floor, he thought about the way to enter the Wuzu Temple.

"Although I can change my appearance with the method of Yi Jin Jing and Jiu Yin Zhen Jing Yi Jing Bone Forging Chapter! But I don't do whatever I want. I can't change whoever I want, so I can change the appearance of whomever I want!" Zhao Qiu smiled wryly.

If it was just to defeat the disciples of the Xie family who guarded the temple, it would be easy for Zhao Qiu to think to himself based on what he saw and heard in the school grounds these days.

These ordinary Xie family disciples are just first and second level warriors, so he can handle them easily.

However, it was easy for him to defeat the guards of the temple, but it was extremely difficult for him to kidnap Xie Songlin and escape.

After all, there are still a lot of warriors in this Xie family, including two quadruple warriors. When manpower is exhausted, if dozens of warriors are besieged with swords, he thinks that he will not be able to escape.

Perhaps, when his martial arts cultivation reaches the eighth or ninth level, he may become the enemy of ten thousand people in this world.

But now, it is absolutely impossible!

Suddenly, Zhao Qiu had a plan.

He pondered: "How come I forgot the soul-hunting technique of the Nine Yins Manual! I don't know the rules of this world, are they the same as the world of Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

Then I thought again: "But people's hearts are always the same. Tonight, I will go to a handyman to try."

...

This night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

In the handyman's dormitory, Zhao Qiu was resting in the dormitory with another young man.

The boy's name was Wu Shan, and he was lying on the bed in a daze, thinking about something.

Zhao Qiu took out an ingot of silver from his sleeve and threw it beside Wu Shan.

"Yinzi?" Wu Shan looked at Yinzi, his eyes sparkled, but he didn't know what he meant.

"Do you want money?" Zhao Qiu looked at Wu Shan with a half-smile.

Wu Shan said: "You will not be rewarded for your merits. I don't know what brother Wang needs my help for?"

Zhao Qiu chuckled and said, "It's just a trivial matter. At this moment, you just need to relax yourself."

"I relax myself? What do you mean... what are you going to do?" Wu Shan suddenly remembered something embarrassing, and quickly covered his body with the quilt.

"Look at my eyes! Look at my hands!" Zhao Qiu's ten fingers danced lightly, and his eyes shone brightly.

In an instant, Wu Shan's body and his eyes became motionless.

"In the sea of ​​bitterness in this world, love and hatred are hard to get rid of. Only when you forget your feelings, can you forget your troubles. Forget everything about today! Forget everything!" Zhao Qiu's voice was magnetic, and it seemed to be an order.

"Forget! Forget!" Wu Shan muttered to himself, his eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties.

"Sleep! Sleep! When you wake up, you will forget everything!" Zhao Qiu read softly.

As soon as the words fell, Wu Shan fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, Wu Shan woke up early in the morning.

"I slept so soundly last night!" Wu Shan stretched himself.

"Hey! Why is there a silver coin here?" Wu Shan looked at the head of the bed and said.

Zhao Qiu also got up and said, "Isn't this your silver? Could it be mine?"

"Nonsense! Oh! I forgot, I put a silver coin on the bedside yesterday, alas! I am old, my memory, hehe...my memory is really bad!" Putting the ingot of silver into his bosom, he was about to go out in a hurry.

"Are you old?" Zhao Qiu said with a smile.

"Stop talking, I have something else to do!" Wu Shan quickly took the money and ran out the door.

"It seems that he really doesn't remember what happened yesterday. From this point of view, this soul-hunting technique is still useful." Zhao Qiu smiled slightly.

...

This night, the moon is still dark and the wind is high.

Zhao Qiu looked at Wu Shan who had been hypnotized by him again, he was sleeping soundly at the moment.

With a chuckle, he left the dormitory.

In front of the Wuzu Temple, the door is ajar.

In the temple, it is the Martial Ancestor who ruled the world ten thousand years ago.

In the dark night, under the flickering candlelight, Zhao Qiu vaguely looked at the statue of the Martial Ancestor, it could be described as lifelike.

The statue is seven feet tall, with a slender waist tied into the back, shoulders folded together, a face as cold as frost, a sword-shaped eyebrow blended into the sky, and a forehead inserted into the maidservant, a pair of handsome eyes are clear and white, a nose like a jade pillar, and a mouth like red vermilion. Big ears turned toward arms.Wearing a golden crown on his head, wearing a battle robe of hundreds of flowers, a pair of flying cloud boots under his feet, and a sword under his ribs, he is majestic and majestic, as imposing as a mountain.

Under the statue of Martial Ancestor, there is a small square table with a jug of wine, a few plates of side dishes, and a big man in black, drinking for himself.

"Sister! It's my turn to be on duty today, it's so boring! It's deserted here, there are no ghosts, and there is no spring like Chunhualou!"

The big man in black was complaining while drinking and eating. It seemed that he, a member of a middle-class family, would often fight life and death for his family. He lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, so he enjoyed himself when he was enjoying himself. On weekdays and nights, he They are all hanging out in brothels.

"Oh! I am so bored to drink and drink by myself. Why don't you let the villain pour wine for you?" Zhao Qiu walked into the Wuzu Temple leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"Who are you? I'm a handyman from Xie's family?" The big man in black looked at Zhao Qiu, and he was a handyman from the clothes he was wearing.

"As a handyman, you should know that this place is an important place for my family. You are a little handyman, you are not allowed to enter without permission, get out of here quickly!" the big man in black shouted.

"Oh! Really?" Zhao Qiu looked at him with a half-smile.

"Still leaving? Be bold!" the big man in black said angrily.

I saw Zhao Qiu's ten fingers dancing slightly, like playing a zither on a zither, and a crystal light radiated from his eyes.

"Dream for thousands of years, today and night. Forget all this, forget all this. Go to sleep! Go to sleep!"

Zhao Qiu's magnetic voice rang in the ears of the big man in black.

The big man in black slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In the Wuzu Temple, there are hundreds of books, including dozens of secret books.

The rest of the books are mostly miscellaneous notes.

Under the flickering candlelight, Zhao Qiu casually flipped through the cheat books.

"Three-talented swordsmanship!"

"Eight steps to catch the cicada!"

Unknowingly, the sound of cock crowing has already sounded.

Before leaving, he glanced at the big man in black who was sleeping, and said, "Sleep well! After you wake up, you will forget about tonight."

Zhao Qiuxin said: "It's a pity, I haven't finished reading the cheat books and miscellaneous notes here, I can only come back tomorrow night!"

In this way, for several nights in a row, Zhao Qiu was in the Wuzu Temple, peeking at the secret books.

"Hey! Here is a book of incomplete sword techniques, Tanlang Sword Technique?"

In the corner of the bookshelf, there is a tattered parchment scroll.

The material of this tattered sheepskin scroll is very similar to that of the Zhao family's seven-kill sword technique cheat book.

After searching carefully, Zhao Qiu was overjoyed. It turns out that there are seven forms of the Greedy Wolf Saber Technique, each of which has 99 variations, a total of 690 variations.

"It seems that the Greedy Wolf Saber Technique and the Seven Killing Saber Technique come from the same source!"

It is also recorded in the sheepskin scroll, and there are also seven styles, each with 99 variations, a total of 690 variations and so on.

In this sheepskin scroll, there is even a section of knife decision, which is obscure and hard to pronounce.

It's a pity that a quarter of this parchment scroll is incomplete, just like the Seven Kills Saber Technique, it's not a complete sword technique.

Zhao Qiuxin said: "I can gather the wisdom of all the people in the martial arts world to complete the Seven Kills Saber Technique. Now, with the Seven Kills Saber Technique in hand, and then gather the wisdom of everyone to reverse the Greedy Wolf Sword Technique It's not difficult!"

Immediately, Zhao Qiu put the parchment into his arms.

"Unexpectedly, there may not be someone in the Xie family who has cultivated this incomplete Greedy Wolf Saber! Otherwise, if the Xie family has such a capable person, they would have raised troops to besiege the Zhao family and attack Heifeng Mountain long ago!"

A piece of "strange" knife technique, a parchment scroll that no one can repair, and no one may care...

"When I reincarnate in the next martial arts world, I will throw out this set of greedy wolf sword techniques, and use the power of everyone to complete it!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Qiu's figure flashed, he left the Wuzu Temple, and went back to the servants' dormitory.

In the dormitory, Wu Shan was fast asleep.

Zhao Qiu muttered to himself: "The next step is Xie Songlin!"