Chapter 70 Dialogue with Tsing Yi

A lamp is like a bean.

Two people in one room.

Qingyi stood on the edge of the west window with their hands on their backs. Zhang Yan crossed his knees on the ground with a silent look.

The moonlight sprinkled half a foot of silver frost in the room, like a shadow of water, and his body in blue was on the dark edge. His white cheeks still had no expression, and his eyes were long, as if they were looking into the far and deep night.

The back is as straight as pine and cypress, standing in the room with unparalleled demeanor. This is Qingyi, an old man who has been guarding the sword tower for nearly a thousand years.

There are no ripples in Zhang Yan's heart, let alone a trace of old breath from his youthful body. Perhaps all he can feel is endless sharpness.

A hut, a case, a bed and a broken futon.

Everything is simple and shabby, as if because of the endless years of accompanying Qingyi, it is stained with Xiao Jianfeng.

Zhang Yan only felt like a sword against his throat, and his whole body was tingling like a needle.

If a person does not move, he can make every inch of air full of sword spirit. Is this the sword cultivation of the divine level?

Zhang Yan's heart is peaceful, facing the blue clothes standing on the side, but he feels as if he is facing a three-foot sword that has experienced thousands of bloody killings and is still shining.

Unparalleled sharp.

"The gas machine in your body is too complicated."

Qingyi suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was as cold as autumn frost and cold moon, which instantly woke up Zhang Yan in meditation.

Zhang Yan frowned and was shocked. But I don't know how Qingyi saw it. He was stunned for a moment, thinking of the two true elements of Buddha and demons in his body, and the three flying swords with different attributes sacrificed with demon yuan...

What Qingyi said refers to Zhenyuan, or sword refining?

In this world, only a few people know that Zhang Yan has two forces of Buddha and demons in his body, and they can count them with one hand. Now it seems that there may be one more green suit.

Qingyi seemed to have forgotten what he said, or had long expected that Zhang Yan would not answer. He raised his delicate, dry and wide palm and gently stroked the edge of the window, and said in a strange tone, "How old did you learn swords?"

Zhang Yan didn't seem to expect that Qingyi would ask this question. Obviously, he was stunned and then said without thinking, "Six months ago."

Qingyi gave a sound, and then a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "So what did you learn before?"

Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged and whispered, "I only practiced the art of internal breathing before, but I have never touched the sword formula."

"You're lying!"

Qing Yi suddenly turned his head. Although his white cheeks were still expressionless, the atmosphere of the whole room turned around gently and became dull like a condensed lead cloud of tens of millions of pounds, and the gloom came to his face.

Zhang Yan's head buzzed and almost couldn't breathe. The gloomy breath forced him to run Zhenyuan with all his strength to calm the sudden disorder of the air machine in his body.

What a horrible breath!

Zhang Yan couldn't help but be a little stunned, but he didn't say a word. He did not lie. When he was in the ancient continent, his practice of skills did have nothing to do with kendo.

Qingyi stared at Zhang Yan coldly, was silent for a while, and said softly, "I practiced kendo at the age of six, and walked around the world with a sword at the age of fifteen. In the past thousand years, there has been no place in the five continents of the sword world that I have never been to, nor have there any skills that I don't know.

Speaking of this, the tone of Qingyi became extremely cold, as cold as the cold wind roaring in the middle of winter. "I'm sure that the true element in your body absolutely does not belong to the world of ten thousand swords."

Zhang Yan pulled the corners of his mouth and looked at the domineering Qingyi. The stubbornness and fierceness in his heart suddenly surged up. He asked, "Are you sure of this?"

Qingyi stared at him coldly and did not say anything, but his attitude had shown that he was indeed so determined.

Zhang Yan suddenly sighed softly and said after a long time, "These don't seem to have anything to do with you, right?"

He was really helpless. Qingyi called him into this room and actually cared about his Zhenyuan and cultivation. Unexpectedly, but for him, there is really a lot of surplus, and there is no suspicion of cat, mouse, dog and mouse.

Qingyi withdrew his eyes, turned to the endless night outside the window, and whispered, "It has something to do with me, and it has something to do with a person named Xue Lengshan."

Zhang Yan was stunned and asked, "Do you also know the snow and cold mountains?"

When he said this, Zhang Yan glanced at Qingyi and saw that Qingyi still looked the same. He didn't see sadness, joy and anger. He couldn't help muttering in his heart. Are the sword practitioners of the divine level like him, like an inhuman ice pimple?

Qingyi's expression is indeed unchanged. He seems to be used to ignoring everything around him, so that his temperament is like a tenacious stone that has been washed away by waves for nearly a thousand years.

He did not answer Zhang Yan, but answered: "Xue Lengshan is not a person in this world. Since you know him, you are not a person in this world."

Zhang Yan's scalp was numb. This guy was so domineering that he was forced to push out the truth of the matter unreasonably. How can he not be plagiarized?

Qing Yi's words have been said so that Zhang Yan had to be silent for a while and admitted bitterly, "Yes, what you said is extremely accurate. Like Xue Lengshan, I am not from this sword world.

After saying that, he looked at Qingyi curiously. Did this guy come here to verify his identity?

Qing Yi smiled gently.

Yes, this old man, who was as happy and sad as a stone, smiled, and a slight arc was gently bent at the corners of his mouth. He doesn't seem to have smiled for a long time, so that the smile becomes stiff, even colder than not laughing...

"Xue Lengshan gave you the map of Senluo Sword Prison." Qingyi said softly with his unique and arbitrary tone.

Zhang Yan nodded, and suddenly a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Qingyi seemed to see through Zhang Yan's thoughts and said coldly, "Don't worry, I won't grab a broken map."

When Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, there were quite twisting words in Qingyi, "However, as long as you go to Senluo Sword Prison, I can follow."

"Are you also going to Senluo Sword Prison?" Zhang Yan couldn't help exclaiming again.

"Not bad. This is the only wish in my life. Qingyi nodded and admitted.

Zhang Yan was silent, and Qingyi made a big circle. Unexpectedly, he took him to Senluo Sword Prison for himself, the person who owned the map, but what did he do to Senluo Sword Prison for? Do you want to go to the ancient continent to have a look?

Zhang Yan knew that his idea was a little ridiculous, but he couldn't think of any other reasons.

"I won't let you lead the way for no reason. Thousands of swords in the sword tower can be surrendered, and I can even explain one of the swords for you in person.

After saying that, Qingyi gently patted the window edge, and his man disappeared out of thin air and blinked.

Zhang Yan's mind rotated rapidly and tried to think about what happened tonight, but finally had to admit with a bitter smile that he couldn't think of why.

However, what surprised him was that Qingyi actually promised him that he could subdue those swordsmanships with inheritance power and solve the swordsmanship for himself!

Thinking of Ma Chong's fanatical eyes after hearing about the sword, Zhang Yan couldn't help looking forward to it. After all, his swordsmanship should eventually usher in a rapid speed!

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