Chapter 72 Mochou Valley

Mr. Mingyue nodded, and Liu Xiang was angry at night. What kind of riddle did the two of them fight? He reached out to grab the bottle to see what was strange.

I didn't want Murong Qiniang to turn around and call him to Yumian Langjun. She smiled and said, "My hands are empty, and I'm in the arms of Mr. Mingyue."

Before the words fell, Mr. Mingyue felt that his chest was cold. No one saw what kind of technique Mr. Mingyue felt. Except that Mr. Mingyue felt that the thing fell into his arms, the fragrance and the colorful ring in the dark night also said that this thing was still in the hands of Mr.

The color ring said strangely, "Where's the porcelain bottle?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly: "It's already in my arms."

The color ring couldn't help admiring: "Yu-faced Langjun is really so fast that we didn't see it."

Mr. Mingyue said, "Isn't it? I didn't even feel it, it was just a chill in my chest, haha.

After all, Liuxiang in the dark night can't take out a porcelain bottle from Mingyue's arms in public, stared at him, and said with hatred, "I'll settle accounts with you later."

Only then did Mr. Mingyue understand who were the friends of Yu-faced Langjun and Murong Qiniang. No wonder they knew the details of the three of them. Looking at Murong Qiniang, they looked at themselves as if they were smiling. Mr. Mingyue suddenly stunned, red clothes, red skirt, and how could they look like red sleeves.

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Is it that she and you..."

Murong Qiniang smiled and said, "Well, you will know. Well, the wine has been drunk. It's time for us to go."

After saying that, the two stood up and said goodbye. The jade-faced Langjun said, "I'm very affectionate and talk too much. See you later."

Mr. Mingyue sighed that he really came and went in a hurry, and there were still many questions in his heart, but he was refused by Murong Qiniang.

Mr. Mingyue and the dark night Liuxiang and the colorful ring could not be retained. They sent out the two, and gradually disappeared at the end of the twists and turns of the courtyard.

Mr. Mingyue looked at Murong Qiniang's back and still couldn't solve the mystery. Could she be the sister of Hongxiu? Could it be that the red sleeve knife was originally surnamed Murong? Murong Red Sleeve?

Mr. Mingyue knew that all the answers were in the porcelain bottle, but how could he leave the fragrance beside him in the dark night? How could he take out the porcelain bottle? If there is really any unhumane secret in it, isn't it bad?

Lanxi, Mochou Valley.

Autumn Wind Twelve is also uneasy.

The strange valley, the strange Mochou Valley owner: Ghosts see sorrow.

Qiu Fengshi heard the name of flying knives and ghosts at a very young age, which has been at least for more than ten years. Rumor has it that he is an old man who is afraid of people and worries about ghosts.

Now he stands in front of him alive. In addition to the strange light in his eyes, he can't see anything special. He is also a pair of ears, gray hair, and silky wrinkles. Obviously, he is a weather-beaten old man. Autumn Wind Twelve sometimes feels sad. The old gentleman is very kind, at least very good to himself.

Qiu Feng 12 did not expect that this legendary old man was also a descendant of Confucianism, and what he did not expect was that he appreciated himself very much. He wanted to be an apprentice, taught a month's flying knife stunt, defeated the mad knife, and went to the Taoist Taishan Zen meeting with his master and the elders of his religion.

Ghost sadly shouted, "Do you look like defeating the mad knife and spitting out the evil spirit in your chest?"

Qiu Feng didn't want to think about it, and his eyes also emitted a compelling light. He shouted, "Think!"

So, Gui Jianchou became the master of Qiu Feng Twelve, and Qiu Feng Twelve was the only precious apprentice received by Gui Jianchou.

After officially visiting the teacher, the ghost saw that Qiu Feng 12 first became familiar with the environment of Mo Chou Valley. After the two masters and apprentices turned around, the ghosts asked, "How about here?"

The autumn wind said, "VII is very good. Mochou Valley is a secluded valley of Lanxi. Although after the winter, it is still as elegant as the old, and the beautiful scenery is pleasing to the eyes."

Gou Jianchou frowned: "What else do you feel?"

Qiu Feng 12 said puzzledly, "No."

Ghostshou shouted, "You came here to learn kung fu, not to enjoy the scenery. Do you remember?"

Qiu Fengshi trembling and said with a wry smile, "Disciples remember! Be sure to work hard and never be influenced by the outside world.

Ghost nodded and said, "It's almost the same. Don't laugh!"

Qiu Feng 12 was stunned again. He sighed that the new teacher was not only moody, but also spoke with ups and downs. No wonder the rumors in the world were so mysterious.

Ghost saw that he took out a flying knife, three inches and seven minutes long and weighed four, two or eight dollars. He weighed it in his hand and asked knowingly, "What is this?"

Qiu Feng twelve carefully looked at the famous blade of the flying knife, which looked very ordinary, but there was endless magic in the legend. Qiu Feng twelve did not dare to smile, and also said with a straight face, "Fly knife, your old man's flying knife."

The ghost said sadly, "Don't you think it's strange?"

Qiu Feng twelve said, "The disciple is really strange. How can such an ordinary flying knife have such mysterious magic in the master's hand?"

He laughed and nodded, "That's good! The knife is made of iron, and the style is not special. It is three inches and seven cents, four, two or eight thousand. It can be said that everyone in the world can have it, and everyone can use it, but special is the person who makes the flying knife.

Qiu Feng twelve said, "Disciples understand that the master's name is the flying knife, and the flying knife is not a magic weapon, so the key is how to use the flying knife to make the flying knife."

The ghost said sadly, "Be optimistic!"

Qiu Feng opened his eyes and said the word "drink" when he saw the ghost. A light flashed out, strong and powerful, and colorful. It seemed that all the brilliance in Mochou Valley was submerged by this knife.

The knife wind broke through the air and drew a sharp roar, like a dragon and a tiger roaring, and the boulder opposite the valley was in the middle. With a bang, the boulder broke, and the big stones came down one after another, and the echo was endless.

The autumn wind was stunned. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the three-inch and seven-dimen iron weighing four or two eight cents could hit so far and smash the abo-sized boulder, which he couldn't help admiring.

said sadly, "What do you feel at this moment?"

The autumn wind said, "I feel a chill."

The ghost was very happy to see it. He patted Qiu Feng twelve on the shoulder and smiled, "Okay, how about my flying knife?"

Autumn wind said twelve: "The strongest, shining like a meteor chasing the moon, shining and domineering. The master deserves to be a flying knife dementer. It can not only deber the soul, but also touch people's hearts. It's extremely powerful."

Qiu Feng 12's words are not flattering the master. They are chiseled and very sincere, but when they see the ghost, they smile coldly: "What is this? It's just fur. Within five days, I will definitely teach you to practice to this level."

The autumn wind 12 was even more shocked: "Five days? Can the disciple practice like this?"

said sadly, "Of course!"

"What about five days later?"

Ghostshou said, "Do you know the realm of the flying knife?"

"Disciples don't know."

"Do you think the knife I just sent is the peak?"

Qiu Feng nodded twelve: "Yes, such a brilliant knife light, such a broken sound, is there anything more powerful than this?"

The ghost said coldly, "This is just the shallowest fur. The real flying knife is silent, silent. As the saying goes, the elephant is invisible, do you understand?

Qiu Feng twelve seemed to understand and said blankly, "Big sound, elephant is invisible?"

Gong Jianchou explained, "In five days, I will definitely let you practice this hand, and after five days, the more you will practice the knife, the darker it will be, and the more you will be, the lower the sound you will be. In another 20 days, your flying knife will reach the realm of as you want, silent, hurting and without a trace!"

Qiu Fengshi took a cold breath and muttered, "There is such a realm in the flying knife, and the disciple is even colder."

Ghostshou smiled and said, "When you go from sound to silent, you can receive and send freely and do whatever you want, and you will be the opponent who feels cold."

Qiu Feng 12 said, "I practiced the tangible and sound flying knife in five days, but it took me 20 days to practice to the realm of invisible and silent. What about the last five days?"

Ghost smiled sadly and said, "In the last five days, I will teach you all the techniques. The flying knife is mixed with all the spells to reach the real peak level."

Qiu Feng twelve smiled bitterly and said, "Have you finished learning?"

The ghost said sadly, "There is no end to learning. Master leads the door, and the practice depends on individuals. As long as your flying knife can be practiced to the realm of invisible and silent, all methods need to be slowly experienced and thought about by yourself. When the time is ripe, it is enough to be proud of the martial arts. What is the crazy knife?"

The twelve autumn wind only heard that his blood was boiling. He couldn't wait to learn the meeting in a moment. Unexpectedly, he said sadly, "Today doesn't count. I'm tired after walking all night. Let's eat something and have a rest."

Qiu Feng said twelve: "Disciples are not sleepy!"

Ghost saw sadly said coldly: "The most important thing to learn to fly a knife is to learn patience. You must learn to wait, wait for the best time, and issue the most deadly knife at the most suitable time. If you don't even have this patience, what can you achieve?"

The autumn wind sweated like rain and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes! The disciple knew it was wrong.

Goujianchou pointed to a thatched hut, which looked particularly thin in the cold wind of the valley. Guijianchou said, "This is the temporary residence in a month. There is everything. You go."

Qiu Feng twelve said with a bitter face, "Where does Master live?"

The ghost said sadly, "I naturally live in a warm cabin in a mountain depression."

Autumn Wind Twelve almost didn't cry. It was really want to cry without tears. He muttered, "Will such a thatched house freeze to death?"

Ghostshou said coldly, "No, if you want to practice your skills, you must live here, because the cold wind is so strong that you can exercise endurance, sharpen your will, and even make you a real cold-blooded killer."

Qiu Feng Twelve knew that no matter what he said, it would be futile. He wished to stay far away from this place and return to Wuzhen to be happy.

Ghostshou knew what he was thinking and said lightly, "You are my apprentice now, so you must listen to me as a teacher. As a teacher is also for your own good. Short pain can be exchanged for eternal happiness. If you can't even bear this pain, you can go. Just a month later, it was you who died.

Qiu Feng was shocked and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciples understand! The disciple must work hard within a month and will not humiliate his master.