Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this.

Naturally, he had heard of the core disciples of Qinjian Villa.

Rumor has it that these people are usually elusive and rarely show up in Qinjian Villa, and their identities are more mysterious than each other.

He thought it would be difficult for him to see these core disciples before he left Qinjian Villa, but he didn't expect to meet one of them in the Bronze Palace today.

"Since Senior Sister Qiu has invited me, I will certainly accompany you."

"However, please show some mercy, Senior Sister. I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of you."

Zhou Yiqiao bowed gently, with a hint of humility in his tone, neither too close nor too distant, and he struck the right balance.

When Qiu Yutong heard this, a hint of approval flashed in her eyes, and she chuckled and said.

"Junior Brother Zhou is too modest. How can someone who can win the favor of the young lady be just an ordinary person?"

"We will stop here and take it as an opportunity to learn from each other and make progress together."

After saying this, Qiu Yutong moved slightly, spiritual energy surged around him, and a slender guqin appeared out of thin air.

This zither is simple and elegant, with red lacquer carvings and seven silk-like strings. Each string seems to contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. A faint blue light flows through the body of the zither. You can tell at a glance that it is no ordinary piece.

Qiu Yutong gently stroked the strings of the piano, and a piece of music filled with murderous aura immediately filled the entire Doufa Pavilion. Even the air seemed to tremble slightly with the rhythm of the music.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao's expression became more solemn. He knew very well that as a core disciple of Qinjian Villa, Qiu Yutong's strength was far beyond his imagination. Only by responding with all his strength could he avoid any accidents.

He just opened his right palm slightly, and the Netherworld Demon Sword slowly appeared in his hand.

Zhou Yiqiao stared at the Netherworld Demon Sword in his hand. The sword was as dark as night, and was surrounded by demonic energy. It was ready to move, as if it wanted to compete with the amazing piano sound.

"Well, I'll fulfill your wish."

He stroked the sword gently, then took a deep breath and slowly injected the spiritual power in his body into the sword.

In an instant, the Netherworld Demon Sword shone brightly, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it emitted a series of low hums, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding piano sounds. One was dim and evil, and the other was bright and upright, as if the two poles between heaven and earth collided at this moment.

"Sister, you are a great musician. I can only fight you with my sword. I hope you can teach me."

After saying that, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly jumped up, carrying the Netherworld Demon Sword and transformed into a black light, heading straight for Qiu Yutong.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind black cracks, which shows how powerful it is.

Qiu Yutong smiled slightly, her fingers jumping flexibly on the strings. The sound of the piano suddenly became passionate, turning into sharp sound blades, colliding with Zhou Yiqiao's sword in the air, making bursts of metal clashing sounds.

The movements of both of them were graceful and agile, one attacking and the other defending, advancing and retreating in moderation, and suddenly in the fighting pavilion, the shadows of swords and the sounds of pianos intertwined, which was thrilling.

The battle lasted for the time of an incense stick, and the spiritual pressure and fighting spirit of the two men not only did not diminish, but became even higher!

Although Zhou Yiqiao's Netherworld Demon Sword was extremely powerful, he had no way of breaking Qiu Yutong's piano music that contained the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

Qiu Yutong's guqin, named "Bi Luo Huang Quan", is a true innate spiritual treasure.

This zither and Qiu Yutong have become one. Every vibration of the strings can draw on the vital energy of heaven and earth, forming an indestructible sonic attack.

Qiu Yutong's fingertips flew, and the sound of the piano was sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like a thousand horses galloping, rushing straight into the sky;

Sometimes it is low and gentle, like a long stream of water, moistening things silently, but it hides murderous intent.

Zhou Yiqiao clenched his teeth and tensed all his muscles, as if every inch of his skin contained infinite power.

The Netherworld Demon Sword in his hand was like a tiger descending from the mountain. The sword intent surged and splashed out like ink. The sword light was extremely sharp, cutting through the void and bringing up bursts of whistling sounds.

However, under the powerful suppression of "Bi Luo Huang Quan", each of his strikes seemed extremely difficult, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on the tip of the sword, making it difficult for him to unleash the full power of the Netherworld Demon Sword.

"Junior Brother Zhou, your swordsmanship is indeed top-notch, but there is still a gap between you and me in terms of cultivation."

"With Junior Brother's current level, it is not easy to defeat Senior Sister."

Qiu Yutong's voice sounded particularly clear in the intervals between fierce battles.

Her words seemed to be an encouragement to Zhou Yiqiao, but in fact she was telling Zhou Yiqiao to admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid hurting himself.

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he was more in agreement with Qiu Yutong.

He knew that he had tried his best, but the gap between his cultivation level and that of the woman in front of him could not be made up overnight.

Thinking of this, he exhaled a breath, gathered the remaining spiritual power in his body at the tip of the sword, and prepared to make the final blow.

"Sister, what you said is very true. I have learned a lot from you, Junior Brother."

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was firm and steady. He stretched out his body suddenly, and the Netherworld Demon Sword drew a gorgeous black trajectory in the air. The tip of the sword was condensed with rich demonic energy, as if it could devour all the light, and it went straight to Qiu Yutong.

Seeing this, Qiu Yutong curled up a faint smile. She was not at all panicked, but instead became more focused on the Biluo Huangquan in her hand.

She plucked the piano lightly with her fingers, and the sound instantly became soft and deep, as if it could soothe all the hostility in the world, forming a sharp contrast with Zhou Yiqiao's sharp sword.

"The azure sky and the underworld will calm your soul."

As Qiu Yutong hummed, the sound of the piano turned into ripples, gently spreading out and meeting Zhou Yiqiao's sword light in mid-air.

What was surprising was that the seemingly weak sound waves were actually like substance, wrapping around the sword light of the Netherworld Demon Sword layer by layer, gradually weakening its power, and finally turning it invisible.

Zhou Yiqiao felt the huge resistance coming from the sword, and decisively retracted the Netherworld Demon Sword. He hunched his body and saluted respectfully to Qiu Yutong.

"Sister, your piano skills are extraordinary, I have to admit you are inferior to her."

This time, Zhou Yiqiao's admiration became sincere.

Qiu Yutong smiled slightly, nodded gently, and put away Biluo Huangquan.

"Junior Brother Zhou, there is no need to be so modest. Your swordsmanship is already quite good, but you are limited by the grade of this magic sword and cannot fully exert your strength."

Zhou Yiqiao shook his head slightly when he heard this.

"Senior sister, you don't have to make excuses for me. If I lose, I lose. Although I am not a perfect person, I also understand that victory and defeat are common in the military. There is no need to make excuses."

His eyes were fixed on Qiu Yutong, without any avoidance.

Qiu Yutong's eyes flashed with admiration, and he sighed softly and said.

"Junior Brother Zhou, you have a strong character. You are neither arrogant when you win nor discouraged when you lose. This is really rare."

"If my Qinjian Villa could have a few more disciples like you, we wouldn't have to worry about the oppression of Lingxiao Palace."

As she spoke, she took out an ancient book from her sleeve. On the cover of the book were four large characters "The Heart of the Lute and the Soul of the Sword" embroidered in gold thread, which sparkled and was particularly eye-catching.