No, there is still the same thing when it comes to gain.

Chen Qiu raised his left hand, and the true energy in his body was tied into a special true energy thread. As his fingers swayed, it fell silently on Qingqing beside him.

"Swish"

Chen Qiu gently tucked his fingers and stretched them hard. Amid Qingqing's panic screams, she was pulled off from Xiuhe's shoulders and pulled to the shaft between Chen Qiu and Shan Gui.

The little junior sister was so scared that her face turned pale.

At that time, she thought it was a ghost, and no one touched her at all.

"Little junior sister, let's dance for me and Brother Shan Gui?"

Chen Qiu smiled and flicked his five fingers. Under the traction of the silk thread of Gongshu's skillful hand, Qingqing swung like a puppet to lift a thread.

She knew that this was the method of the bad senior brother.

But Qingqing was not only not annoyed, but smiled happily. While relaxing her body, she let her senior brother manipulate her, jumping around lightly on the edge of the carriage, while saying to Chen Qiu:

"Senior Brother! What kind of martial arts is this? It's so fun, can you teach me?"

"I will teach you if you don't say it."

Chen Qiu shook his fingers and asked Qingqing to sit back beside him, he said:

"This time I found a set of 'ghost needles' and this 'public shrew skillful hand'.

It will be of great benefit to your hidden weapon skills. If you can master these two martial arts, I will not be afraid even if you walk alone in the world.

But these two martial arts are easy to learn but difficult to master, especially Gongshu’s skillful skills, which are the secret techniques of the Mohist school.”

Chen Qiu seriously reminded Qingqing:

"When you practice, you should not be seen by others, especially those in the Momen."

"Um."

Qingqing nodded vigorously.

Chen Qiu looked at the mountain ghost who closed his eyes and rested, and he asked:

"Brother, do you want to learn?"

"No."

The mountain ghost had no interest in this, he said:

"Learning these fancy bells and whistles will only affect my speed of drawing the sword... Besides, there is also a special sword-drawing method in Zhaoying Jinghong Sword Style, which is useless to me."

"Where is Xiao Tie? Do you want to learn?"

Chen Qiu looked at Xiao Tie again, and the latter shook his head, barely smiled, and said to Chen Qiu:

"Brother Shen doesn't have to teach me. There is also a method of drawing swords in the Canghai Sword I have learned."

"Yeah?"

Chen Qiu blinked, then looked at the mountain ghost again, and a hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.

Is this method of drawing a sword like a flying sword? Is it a mess now?

Three days after that, the group spent their walks and stops. Qiu Buping died of Changbai's cold soul, and his body was frozen after his death.

You don’t have to worry about the destruction of the body, so you have plenty of time.

They arrived at the foot of Qinglong Mountain on the evening of the third day, stopped by Shuize for another night, and found a boat early the next morning and took a coffin up the mountain.

The lively villages in the past are now deserted.

When Qiu Buping set out to face the enemy, he burned the right and wrong village. The group walked up the mountain gate and saw the wreckage left after the burning.

Originally, there were only a miserable ruins left in the village.

The Southern Dynasties Army had taken over the area within a radius of 100 miles of Qinglong Mountain. Since then, the people who stayed were the Southern Dynasties.

The Weihou's army was still quite strict and there was no robbery of riots. It was probably to leave a good impression on these residents who had been sheltered by the village for more than ten years, so as not to cause more trouble.

"I saw the tower rise, and the building collapsed..."

Chen Qiu walked in this ruins, feeling full of emotion, while Xiao Tie carried his father's coffin and silently walked around the ruins and headed towards the back mountain.

Qiu Buping told him before.

If he died, he would buried himself in the Shifeizhai Cemetery on the back mountain and buried with his brothers. Xiao Tie's relatives' tomb was also moved here by Qiu Buping.

This place is also considered the ancestral tomb of the enemy's family.

But as soon as the group of four entered the back mountain, Chen Qiu protected Qingqing behind him and pulled out the Greedy Wolf Sword. The mountain ghost beside him also grabbed the Chengying Sword.

In front of them, in front of the cemetery, a tall figure was standing.

He was wearing a parrot green robe, his messy hair was tied into strange braids, his big and small eyes, half of his face was paralyzed, and half of his face had a strange smile.

Qingyang Demon Lord, Ai Dacha!

This guy seems to have been waiting for them here for a long time.

"You guys are coming too slowly, and I have eaten the northwest wind for several days!"

Ai Dacha was not afraid of the four people in front of him. He just rubbed his hands excitedly like a fly, looked at the coffin on Xiao Tie's shoulder, and shouted to the person in front of him:

"What are you afraid of? I didn't come for this iron-breaking boy this time! Of course I won't fight with you...

Hurry! Give Qiu Buping the coffin to me!

I can't wait."

"Bang"

As soon as Ai Dacha finished speaking, Xiao Tie placed his father's coffin behind him, furiously, his eyes were red, and he grabbed the heavy sword behind him, roared, and rushed towards the shocked Demon Lord Qingyang.

"You thief! You want to insult my dead father's body! You bully too much!"
Chapter completed!