Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() "Brother Murong, don't say that. I don't have any big ambitions. If I want to be famous in the world, that's all vanity. I just want to develop great skills, not to be bullied by others, to be able to protect the people around me, to find Returning my lost relatives, then I will be satisfied." Chu Lang sighed, thinking of the scene of the Chu family falling apart more than ten years ago.

"This idea is also very far-reaching. Finding your loved ones and protecting those around you requires a certain amount of martial arts ability. If your martial arts are strong, at least no one will be able to bully you. At the same time, it will be more beneficial for you to find your loved ones as soon as possible." Murong Zhen smiled and encouraged.

"Brother Murong is right. I also want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible. However, after ten years of consistent cultivation, I still haven't made any major breakthroughs. I have been trapped in the spirit void for so long. I am also impatient. Maybe it's because my aptitude is too poor. The reason." Chu Lang said a little disappointed.

"Brother Chu, don't look down on yourself so much. In fact, your aptitude is not bad. Maybe it's because the martial arts you practice are too ordinary. A person's martial arts level is inseparable from his martial arts mentality, as well as his profound and exquisite martial arts moves. Well, of course it is more about one's understanding and perception of martial arts, this is not something that can be solved in a day or two, it needs long-term accumulation to become a major event." Murong Zhen comforted him with a calm smile.

"I understand, it's just a complaint. Brother Murong, don't worry, I'm not easily defeated by difficulties. No one in this world can completely defeat me except me." It was rare for Chu Lang to listen to his complaints. He also comforted himself earnestly, the depression in his heart spread out, and he said with arrogance.

"Okay, let's just say this to you, we're done." Murong Zhen laughed loudly.

"Come on, cheers."

"Brother Chu, if you don't dislike it, I will teach you the three moves of swordsmanship. I can't help you other than to save your life at a critical moment." It was rare for Murong to meet a soulmate here. It was fun, so he decided to help Chu Lang.

"Brother Murong, you don't mind this. I have a teacher. Have you forgotten that I am an outer disciple of the Tianming Sword Sect at Qianya Peak outside Yunzhou City?" Chu Lang simply explained himself again. of origin.

"Why would I mind? I've met you before. I've been to Tianming Sword Sect a few days ago. I can only say that it's a well-regulated sect. It's not bad where you come from. You don't have to be too inferior. You have to rely on yourself in everything, others just provide you with a direction, a point of view, and you have to walk the road to succeed in the end." Murong Zhen reached out to take a glass of wine and drank it down, smiling.

"Where is Brother Murong from, and what is your teacher's name?" Chu Lang asked curiously.

He believed in his intuition that Murong Zhen was definitely a person with a higher level of cultivation than the sect master, and he didn't know who was better than the sect's master and uncle Mo Rong.

"Brother, I'm alone, and I don't have any masters. I have cultivated it through my accumulated insights during these years of roaming the world. Brother Chu, close your eyes and meditate quietly. I will teach you three sword moves." Murong Zhenhuo Slowly drink a glass of wine, said slowly.

Chu Lang sat on the bench and closed his eyes, calmed down according to the state of preparation during the practice, and relaxed his mind into a state of meditation.

Suddenly a cool breath shot in between his brows, Chu Lang only felt that the Lingtai was clear, and suddenly entered a space in his mind, where there was a figure waving swordsmanship, the speed was neither too fast nor too slow, Chu Lang just saw clearly every moment One trick and one style.

Chu Lang had never seen such an exquisite sword move before. For the Nine Swords of Lingxu, Chu Lang's ten years of consistent practice can be said to have reached the point of proficiency in cultivation.

Just seeing this set of swordsmanship, Chu Lang knew that there was a sky beyond the sky, and there were people beyond people, so he couldn't help but began to silently ponder the subtleties of the swordsmanship.

After a long time, Chu Lang slowly opened his eyes showing surprise, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Murong, for your kindness. I will never repay you. If you need my brother again in the future, just ask."

"Brother Chu, you are being polite. As long as you put your heart into practicing this set of sword techniques, it will be the greatest reward for me. Just don't bury this set of sword techniques." Murong Zhen waved his hand and said indifferently.

"By the way, what is the name of this set of swordsmanship?" Chu Lang watched it roughly just now, and couldn't help asking because the swordsmanship was exquisite, fierce and unpredictable.

"Actually, I don't know. I call it the Drunken Cloud Sword. I have developed and modified this set of swordsmanship on the basis of a set of unknown swordsmanship. Although there are only three simple swordsmanship, each swordmanship contains The sword moves are cumbersome, the sword intent is different, and both offensive and defensive, but I don't want to talk too much about the details. I hope you can understand these things with your heart. Only in this way can you become your own sword technique and exert the power of this sword technique. "Murong Zhen said seriously.

"Brother Murong, I understand what you mean. Whenever I have time, I will figure out the sword intent of this set of sword techniques by myself, and try my best to integrate them for my own use." Chu Lang nodded.

"That's good, let's continue drinking." Murong Zhen asked the boss for another jug ​​of wine, and the two continued to chat about interesting things in the world.

Chu Lang and Murong Zhen were having a drink, they had similar tastes, and they could chat about many topics.

Suddenly a group of people came from a distance, and four fierce men walked over with a sedan chair yelling.

Chu Lang frowned. Chu Lang could tell at a glance that these people were from the Jianghu, and their martial arts were all in the spiritual realm, which was a big realm higher than his own. The people in the sedan chair must have not low martial arts.

The expressions of the three people who had been sitting next to each other for a long time changed drastically. An old man led two young people, a man and a woman. Chu Lang had already been here when he rushed over.

"Uncle, what should we do, they are catching up so quickly, we are fighting hard." The man snorted coldly.

"Brother, we can't beat you, uncle, let's run away, we are in a hurry now." The woman glanced at the man who was coming from a distance and said hastily.

"Don't worry, you two. You won't be able to leave now. They already know about us. Let me tell her, I hope she can give your father face and don't make it difficult for us." The old man said in a deep voice with a wrinkled face.

Chu Lang took a quick glance and saw the ugly faces of the three sitting there. Hearing what they said, he thought it was because of the visitor. Chu Lang wondered who was sitting in the sedan chair that made the three of them so scared.

Chu Lang couldn't help but look curiously at the approaching sedan chair. Four big men gently lowered the sedan chair, the door curtain was gently raised, and a plump young woman came out of it.

The young woman's posture is beautiful and mature, which made Chu Lang look at her without blinking. Under the mature and bright clothes, Chu Lang guessed that the woman's appearance was only around thirty years old, and her hair was coiled up and decorated with jade hairpins. full.

The smiling eyes under a pair of beautiful eyebrows are clear and moving, and the mouth with a delicate bridge of nose hangs a faint smile, which makes people feel that this person is currently in a very calm and relaxed mood, as if he does not pay attention to the eyes of many people in front of him , It can be seen that he is a person who is accustomed to wind and rain.

"When will the people from Tingfeng Pavilion come out to walk the rivers and lakes, it's really rare." Murong really recognized the person who came, but was very surprised, and said to himself.

"Brother Murong, do you know the identity of this person?" Chu Lang asked curiously.

Murong Zhen nodded and said: "Well, don't talk, it's none of our business."

Chu Lang nodded and remained silent, but a man behind the woman followed her and came to the awning to clean up a table for the woman to sit down on.

"Concubine Mu Rong, what exactly do you want? I admit that my nephew is wrong, but we apologized before, can't you spare our lives?" The old man stood up and said coldly.

"Concubine Mu Rong, that's a nice name." Chu Lang said to himself.

The old man was talking to the beautiful young woman sitting next to him, but Concubine Mu Rong raised her brows, calmly took a sip of water, and completely ignored the old man's question.

"My master said, just keep his eyes." The strong man standing beside Concubine Mu Rong snorted coldly.

"You, didn't you just take another look? You are so vicious and want to take my eyes, you are too vicious." If the young man hadn't been unable to beat them, he would have been rude a long time ago, and now he could only shout loudly.

"Why are you here?" Concubine Mu Rong uttered an inexplicable sentence.

But Murong Zhen knew that she was asking himself, so he drank a glass of wine with Chu Lang, and said slowly: "I'm going to Caidie City, just passing by here, Pavilion Master Mu, why are you here?"

"I'm here to find that naughty girl, and come here to get a pair of eyes." Concubine Mu Rong's voice was calm and indifferent, but the words she said were so vicious that Chu Lang who was beside him was terrified, and couldn't help but look back at Concubine Mu Rong carefully. .

"What are you looking at, be careful that I will gouge your eyes out." The man beside him shouted seeing Chu Lang fixate on Concubine Mu Rong.

Chu Lang swallowed his saliva, lost his mind and didn't hear the strong man's drink at all, and muttered to himself: "It's really beautiful, why does it feel so familiar, where have I seen it before?"

"Little brother, do you think I'm pretty?" Concubine Mu Rong said softly.

"Don't say, she is not a good person, she will goug your eyes." The girl among the three people at the table next to her hastily reminded her loudly.

"Little sister, am I as bad as you say?" Concubine Mu Rong smiled charmingly.

"Hmph, didn't my brother just take a look? She just wanted to take my brother's eyes. What a vicious woman, she also said that she is not bad." The girl snorted.

"Xue'er, don't talk. I'm calling Linghu Yu of Linghu Villa. My nephew Linghu Xu has offended me a lot before. I hope Pavilion Master Mu will forgive me." Linghu Yu knew that if he used force, he would definitely not be his opponent, so It may be that he hopes that the other party will know the reputation of Linghu Mountain Villa and be able to forgive him.

"Uncle, we don't have to be afraid of her, as long as you are strong in martial arts?" Linghu Xu snorted coldly.

"That's right, Uncle, at worst, I'll fight for her." Linghu Feixue said softly.

"Shut up, you two, Pavilion Master Mu, I'm really ashamed that my nephew and niece have been used to being arrogant since childhood." Linghu Yu's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and said to Concubine Mu Rong.

"Since you said so, how can I give the owner face, so I don't care about it today." Concubine Mu Rong seemed to be in a good mood, and said calmly.

"Hmph, I think I'm afraid of my father's reputation." Linghu Xu sneered.

It's just that before he finished speaking, when he recalled a scream, Chu Lang only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a figure was blasted out of the arbor far away in an instant, and he rolled a few times before stopping.

"To teach you a lesson today, Linghutang would also like to thank me for disciplining his son, otherwise he wouldn't know how to die." Concubine Mu Rong raised her eyebrows, she was the one who shot Linghu Xu away suddenly out of the pergola.

It was too late for Linghu Yu to stop, Concubine Mu Rong was very fast, and her technique was clever, even if she kept up with the speed, she still couldn't break that clever technique.

Linghu Yu secretly sighed, she had already tried her best to protect Linghu Xu today, but this guy's bad mouth provoked Concubine Mu Rong again and again, knowing that she had already shown mercy just now.

Linghu Yu didn't say anything, she sighed and called Linghu Feixue out of the shed, and walked over to Linghu Xu who was lying unconscious about ten feet away, and she didn't know how her injuries were.

After a while, Linghu Yu set up Linghu Xu and left with Linghu Feixue in the direction of Colorful Butterfly City. A scene that was thought to be very lively ended like this.