"The Master said, the dead are like this, and they will never leave day and night."

Gongsun Yu said softly.

"Swoosh, swosh"

Two light sounds, and a few strands of hair fell before Chen Qiu's eyes.

quick!

This sword is extremely fast.

There was even a smell of transcending time. With his Wu Junbao body's perception, he had a little hasty reaction. He raised his finger to block the first sword, but the second sword struck his forehead.

When the sword energy dissipated, he looked at the strands of hair scattered under his feet and gave a thumbs up at the mountain ghost.

"sharp!"

The sect leader praised from the bottom of his heart:

"Brother, this sword intent seems to perceive time?"

"No, no."

Gongsun Yu chuckled, turned over another page of the book, and read:

"I will know that the pines and cypresses will wither after the cold."

As the words were about to end, a cold air suddenly appeared between the two of them, just like the bitter cold sword intent of Chen Qiu was emitted, and the world felt heavy snow.

The cold air enters the body, freezing the spirit and soul.

This wisp of sword energy seemed to freeze the surrounding world.

This sword is a group of attacking sword intent.

"Brother, this sword intent is interesting."

Chen Qiu was in the cold air, and his left hand was a finger sword, gently stroked upwards, and the intention of the bitter cold sword was compressed between a small inch, sweeping towards the mountain ghost.

This is when the sect leader sees the hunt and wants to have a conversation with his brother.

"He is upright and does not act without order!"

The mountain ghost looked solemn and said another sentence.

The cold sword intent around him suddenly changed, as if it turned into a thick city wall, gathered together, suppressing the bitter cold sword intent three inches away, like Mount Tai pressing the top and not allowed to enter again.

He glanced at Chen Qiu, closed the book in his hand, and said:

"Next sword, be careful."

After saying that, the mountain ghost suddenly stood up, and his temperament was from the gentle Master who was studying and practicing calligraphy, and seemed to have returned to the peerless swordsman holding Chengying and fighting the world.

The sharpness of its momentum stirred a world, allowing the rich rain in the village to stop for a moment, and was rushed by the sword intent. Wherever it entered, the heavy rain curtain of beans rolled back towards the sky.

"I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening."

As soon as he read it, Chen Qiu's mountain ghost in front of him seemed to turn into a sword that held the sky, slashing it with his body, fast and cruel, as if the sword in the world was at its peak, the halo would scatter and retreat in one breath.

The two of them remained the same, both sitting on chairs.

Nothing seems to have happened.

But the next moment, all the wooden objects in the inner hall scattered quietly, not under heavy pressure, being crushed into powder, but like being twisted into sword formations, cut into pieces.

Chen Qiu glanced at the finger of his left hand.

With the tenacity of Wu Jun's body, there were also scratches on his fingers.

But this is the case where the mountain ghost has no sword in his hand. If the sword just now had Chengying in his hand, he would probably have scars cut out of Wu Jun's treasure body.

“It’s not perfect.”

Chen Qiu looked at the fragmented ground and said with some regret:

"My brother has not mastered it completely, and the sword intent has been born and has not been perfected. Otherwise, this sword will make me feel much more uncomfortable. However, my brother's sword intent is really interesting, and it seems to have thousands of changes.

But it never leaves its roots.”

"Take a book as a sword, and a sword as a book."

The mountain ghost patted the book in his hand and said to Chen Qiu:

"This is still the questioning dispute between Ren Hao and Zhang Moye in Jinling, and when I saw you and the ancestor fighting against that sword in Lin'an, I had some insights. Now what I think in my heart is consistent with the principles of the world, and then it is derived from the sword in my hand.

The three stages of swordsmanship, sword intent, and swordsmanship complement each other in my hands.

I used to be too confident that the sword in my hand was fast.

Now I realize that the world's number one fast sword is just a starting point."

"Brother, you have grown up."

Chen Qiu admired:

"In time, my brother, the name of the Sword Saint will spread all over the world."

"What's the use? It's not what I want."

Gongsun Yu shook his head and looked at the heavy rain that was pouring out of the door. With the sound of the rain hitting the banana leaves, he said:

"Now that I have already started a family and started a career, it is better to retreat and live in the mountains than to wander around the world with a sword and do my best to manage this school.

Warriors are good at fighting, and scholars govern the country. The chaos has passed. In the future, the world is in ruins and the future is expected.

I am alone in the world, and I cannot compare with thousands of disciples, peaches and plums are formed, and ten times more useful to the world. This is a great good thing."

"From the future, there will be no more mountain ghosts in this mountain."

Gongsun Yu turned around and smiled at Chen Qiu, and he said:

"Only the Master."

"Then this will be troublesome."

Chen Qiu said regretfully:

"I also ask my brother to suppress the first-born ghost realm outside the Taihang Mountains. Cang Lan said that the resentment there will be, and in a few years, it may become a big problem."

"It's okay."

Gongsun Yu waved his hand and said:

"I am here, my brother is worried. People can educate, and ghosts can be used. I hold a sword in one hand and a book in the other. I don't want to educate, so I should use a sword to cut it.

The Taihang Mountains will surely be safe."

Hearing his unhesitated answer, a warmth surged in Chen Qiu's heart. He stepped forward a few steps, stood beside his brother, and looked out at the door with heavy rain.

After a few breaths, he whispered:

"Brother, thank you for so many years."

"I don't say this."

Shan Gui's answer was still the same. He glanced at Chen Qiu beside him and said:

"This trip, be sure to come back. Wan'er and I will wait for you here. When my brother returns victoriously, we will welcome you."

He seemed to have a premonition of something.

It's like a reminder, or a request.

Chen Qiu was silent for a little while, and finally, in the sound of rain outside the door and the mountain ghost's unrejected gaze, he nodded.

"Um."
Chapter completed!