Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

a few days later.

early morning.

Panting heavily, Yang Guo stood at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, looking up at this high mountain.

At this moment he was a little embarrassed.

The clothes on his body were already wet with sweat.

The long black hair mixed with some dazzling white was attached to the slightly flushed face with the clear dew in the morning.

His eyes were red, and there was a deep sense of exhaustion between his brows, as if he hadn't rested well.

Yang Guo adjusted his internal energy while walking, and walked slowly up the mountain.

"Whoever dares to trespass on my Quanzhen sect, please register as soon as possible."

Suddenly, a Quanzhen Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe raised a sword and looked at Yang Guo vigilantly, intending to strike if there was a disagreement.

Yang Guo raised his brows slightly, he didn't know why the Quanzhen sect started martial law again, but he didn't want to waste time going up the mountain, so he made a decisive move immediately.

With a cold face, when he waved his left palm, there was a flowing golden light from the starting point, his footsteps changed, and he took the initiative to meet him.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest was startled, swung his arm, his long sword roared, and stabbed towards Yang Guo's face.

And Yang Guo didn't dodge or dodge, he used his familiar empty hand to snatch the white blade, and then he stuck out his left foot again, kicking him out.

"roll!"

Yang Guo shouted violently, startling countless birds and beasts in the forest.

The Quanzhen Taoist priest who was kicked and flew out got up in shock, and fled up the mountain in a frenzy, crying in his mouth:

"Come on, come on! A strong man is attacking the mountain! A strong man is attacking the mountain!"

As his voice spread to the surroundings.

The torches lit up on the invisible mountain road ahead reflected the Zhongnan Mountain in Nuoda as if it were daytime.

Seeing more and more Quanzhen Taoist priests, Yang Guo's breathing gradually became heavy.

"Hey, who are you, why did you break into my Quanzhen Sect's camp in the middle of the night!"

A third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen sect mastered lightness kung fu, slowly fell from a height, held a sword, and asked.

Yang Guo was tall and tall, holding the long sword he had just seized in his hand, a sneer appeared on his handsome face.

"What are you laughing at, a strong man, quickly report your name and say what you want."

"Why, have you really forgotten Yang's appearance?"

Yang Guo sneered, stepped forward, brushed away the long hair hanging from his forehead, revealing that increasingly handsome face.

"Yang Guo, is that you?"

An old voice of surprise came from the height of the mountain peak.

A 70- to [-]-year-old Taoist, wearing a dark Taoist robe, with snow-white beard and hair, and a very good-looking old Taoist, surrounded by three and four generations of Quanzhen Sect disciples, slowly walked down the mountain road.

"It turned out to be the real Changchunzi. I don't know if Yang needs the Quanzhen Sect's permission to go to Zhongnan Mountain to return to his home?"

Yang Guo's words were thorny, which made all the disciples of Quanzhen Sect stare at each other angrily.

"Teach the real person, let the disciple teach this brat who speaks wild words."

Qiu Chuji's old eyes were half-opened and half-closed, looking at Yang Guo's face which was five points similar to Yang Kang's, he was a little lost for a while.

But neither agreed nor refused.

long silence.

It seems to be stuck in memory.

"Teacher Daoist, let the disciples and others fight, we can definitely win this..."

"Forget it...as long as he doesn't make trouble, let him go up the mountain."

All the disciples were angry, but due to Qiu Chuji's words, it was not easy to explode.

Yang Guo frowned slightly, but he didn't expect Qiu Chu to let him go up the mountain so easily.

He just misses Xiaolongnv so much, without thinking deeply, he quickly misses the enraged Quanzhen Sect crowd, and rushes to the ancient tomb in the back mountain.

When passing the fork in the mountainside.

Looking at the ginkgo tree with a huge canopy in front of him, Yang Guo stopped in his tracks, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes,

Yang Guo used to come here often.

In spring and summer.

Thousands of flowers are in full bloom here, colorful, and when the breeze comes, thousands of flowers and plants sway slightly, just like the back garden of the legendary flower fairy.

But now it is autumn tail.

Except for the towering ginkgo tree in the center with some withered and yellow leaves fluttering in the wind, the flowers have withered a lot, and there is no such blooming scenery as it was a few months ago.

Looking at everything in front of him, Yang Guo felt complicated.

Xiaolongnv used to say that she didn't like flowers.

But every time Yang Guo picked flowers from here and gave them to Xiao Longnu, he would always smile at the beauty.

Yang Guo originally planned to wait for Xiaolongnv to break through the seventh section of the Jade Heart Sutra.

Just find a chance to bring her out of the ancient tomb, let her live in the warm sunshine, and join hands with her in the rivers and lakes.

But now...

Yang Guo pursed his lips, his clear and bright eyes dimmed a lot.

Take a quick step, along the back mountain road, quickly walk towards the tomb of the living dead.

There were rumors of hunting and hunting during the action, and the speed was obviously extremely fast.

After finding the dark pool, Yang Guo didn't hesitate, he jumped and jumped in,

The deeper the pool dives, the colder it becomes,
But Yang Guo has internal energy to protect his body, so it doesn't matter for a while.

Yang Guo swam quickly against the turbulent dark river, walked around a few corners, walked out of the waterway, and came to the secret room engraved with the scriptures of the Nine Yins.

"aunt……"

As soon as he came in, Yang Lai couldn't use his internal force to force out the river water on his body, so he shouted loudly.

But as time went by, Yang Guo's heart gradually sank to the bottom of the valley without getting a response.

In the dark tomb.

Yang Guo fell down on the cold jade bed, staring blankly at the rope hanging in the air in front of him, lost in memory.

Suddenly, I felt angina in my heart, my throat was sweet, and I vomited blood.

The two sword eyebrows that became more and more fierce also wilted.

One night, two nights, three nights were silent, silent.

Another day.

Yang Guo finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was hungry.

At this time, half of Yang Guo's jet-black long hair had turned into white hair.

Black hair and white hair mixed together, making this handsome young man look a little old out of thin air.

"call……"

Breathing out a turbid breath, Yang Guo slowly closed his eyes, and stood up with his thin body trembling.

At some point, both hands came together with sword fingers.

While waving his arm, a jade-red sword glow slowly formed on Yang Guo's fingertips.

in the stone room.

I don't know how long it took.

Yang Guo gradually stopped swinging the sword, now there was a three feet long, jade red phantom long sword in his hand.

"How many lovesick one-night stands, the world is not long... this should be the so-called sword intent, right?

Come up with a name, I will call you... Kujian, Acacia Kujian, "

Yang Guo followed his heart and named the jade red long sword in his hand.

Then his arm trembled, his internal energy was withdrawn, Yang Guo staggered suddenly and nearly fell down.

Only then did I fully emerge from the state of epiphany.

a few days ago.

Yang Guo has experienced what it means that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

under the gap.

Yang Guo's yearning for Xiao Longnu could no longer be restrained, surging like a flood.

That unstoppable emotion was vented by Yang Guo using all kinds of sword techniques on his body.

After dancing the sword for a long time.

Formed a long sword with internal force as the body and lovesickness as the bone.

When this sword is swung, it will elicit memories of love from those who are not strong in heart, and expose the opponent's flaws, using this move to defeat the enemy.

He rubbed his dry and blurred eyes.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged, focused on adjusting his breath, and prepared to go to Chang'an City after recovering his body.