no tomb song

Ning Shu ran back in a hurry, bypassing the tall wooden frame, and saw Han Kuang standing under a huge night pearl, holding a long black knife tightly in his hand.

Ning Shu took a closer look at the knife, only to feel that the scabbard was dark and heavy, which was quite different from the appearance of ordinary swords.He asked curiously: "I've never seen such a knife, pull it out and have a look?"

Han Kuang took a deep breath, and slowly drew out the blade.

But there is no trace of sharpness.

It turned out that the blade was also black.

Ning Shu was greatly disappointed: "How long has this knife been stored here? How did it rust like this?"

Han Kuang's hands were extremely steady, but his voice was a little trembling, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "...Yu...Yu Yuan is where the sun goes...this...this knife is...that's how it is." He pulled it out. One of his own hairs was gently blown towards the blade.

The strands of hair suddenly broke into two strands and fell leisurely to the ground.

Ning Shu Daqi: "So sharp?"

Han Kuang gradually calmed down, with a smile on his face: "Yeah. It's been 60 years... Finally... I'm being held in someone's hand again."

Ning Shu also laughed: "How old are you, how can you say such old-fashioned things."

Han Kuang said: "Master's master's sword."

Ning Shu couldn't help but chuckle: "That's really old enough."

Han Kuang looked at his smile, and suddenly said, "Here... for you to try?"

Ning Shu was surprised: "Give it to me? I don't need a knife..."

Han Kuang stubbornly handed over the knife, and Ning Shu had no choice but to accept it.The hand was too heavy, and when he took it, the blade of the knife suddenly fell down, hitting a metal box.Ning Shu gave a big jump: "I'm sorry...I..."

Han Kuang held his hand and lifted the knife easily.I saw that the blade was intact, but the iron box was split with a deep gap.

Ning Shu quickly let go of his hand: "This knife is too... your stuff, I'd better take care of it myself."

Han Kuang hummed and put the knife back into its sheath.

Ning Shu heaved a sigh of relief, and was sincerely happy for him: "Having a magic weapon is like adding wings to a tiger. Well, I don't know. Looking at it this way, that snow knife is too ordinary.

Han Kuang said: "That... that knife... is also very good." He paused, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Ning Shu waved his hand, his eyes rolled slightly: "Didn't I thank you earlier?"

Han Kuang showed a little confused look.

Ning Shu sighed slightly in his heart, and pursed his lips: "Well, you found the knife now. When can we go out?"

Han Kuang glanced at the clepsydra in the distance, and said seriously: "When the Yin-Mao border crosses, the mechanism turns and you can go out. But... I don't know if I will meet someone then."

Ning Shu thought for a while: "Wan Jianghe is the head of the faction, and he is the one who must grasp everything in the palm of his hand. He has to watch over the big and small things in the door. If you think about it, you can't go to the arsenal early in the morning..."

Han Kuang shook his head: "We...we don't want to fight him. You will... follow closely when the time comes, just follow me closely."

Ning Shu smiled and said: "I'm not as good as you in other things, but you are not as dexterous as I am in running away." He glanced at the hourglass: "It's still a long time, find a place to rest."

Han Kuang nodded.The two of them roughly put the things back to their original places, and found a small couch in the place where the books were stored, presumably it was the daily resting place for the disciples.However, the bed was very small, obviously it could not accommodate two people.Han Kuang naturally sat on the ground and did not go up.

Knowing his temperament, Ning Shu didn't refuse, and just lay down on it.It's just that the arsenal is gloomy and cold, and the couch is hard, so it's not really comfortable.

Ning Shu stared at the top of the cave, unable to sleep at all.He turned around and said softly to Han Kuang, "Senior Brother Han, are you asleep?"

no respond.

Ning Shu sighed slightly, and could only turn over on the couch.But he saw the bookshelf on the other side of the bed.He was bored, his eyes wandering on the bookshelf.This shelf is full of miscellaneous books, such as rural anecdotes, market legends, and some sour poems that hurt the spring and autumn.The poems are obviously not made by famous masters, they are plain and unreasonable, and they are presumably written by that arty Wulingmen.Ning Shuxian was extremely bored, so he took out every book on the shelf and glanced at it.Turning it up layer by layer, there is a book that is extraordinarily large and heavy.Ning Shu pulled hard, and somehow the inner volume of the book slipped into the gap between the bookshelf and the couch, leaving only the book cover in Ning Shu's hand.

I couldn't say it, so I had no choice but to roll up my sleeves, use the delicate kung fu of shrinking my bones, and reach out to touch it.It took a long time to pull it out, only to touch a thick layer of dust.

He wrinkled his nose, opened it casually, and his eyes lit up immediately.

It turned out that the dusty book was not some literati strange talk, but a very beautiful erotic painting.Ning Shu immediately turned over with relish.

The erotic palace next to it is nothing more than talking about such-and-such men and women in deep houses or brothels.This one is a bit weird.Firstly, there are only two people in the book, and secondly, the one who bears it is actually a hermaphrodite.However, the painter's brushstrokes are very tender. Although the two people in the painting are changing their ways, their expressions and postures are extremely attached to each other. It is obviously not a dewy marriage, but a pair of real lovers.

Ning Shu turned around for a while, and gradually felt something was wrong.It turns out that every sentence of the little poem on the sideline of the painting is secretly related to acupuncture points and meridians, which is obviously an inner strength method.Ning Shu thought about it for a while, and only felt that the direction of the inner breath in this mental method was roughly similar to Wuling Jue.He was slightly startled, and hurriedly turned to the front of the album.I saw a line of flamboyantly small characters in the corner: "Junior Brother He Yuheng's birthday." Behind it was a clear private seal: "Phoenix Nine's Seal"

Ning Shu thought of the book titled "No Tomb" that he had read just now, and his heart gradually became clear.

Presumably these two are a pair of brothers.However, that junior brother was born with a different body from ordinary people, and his meridians were weak.The senior brother loved him deeply and tried his best to heal him.This also explains why there are many ways to soothe meridians and regulate breath in Wuling Jue.Ning Shu flipped through the album slowly, knowing that Feng Jiu probably had the idea of ​​creating the dual cultivation.Taking advantage of the opportunity of drawing, I recorded my thoughts.It's just that I didn't understand martial arts enough when I was young, and I didn't succeed in the end.

After flipping through the album, for some reason, the two people who were entangled disappeared.

Leave a flower, a butterfly, nothing else.

Looking at the last little poem, Ning Shu's heart gradually sank.It's just because if the inner breath is moved according to that method, one person will reverse the inner breath, and the meridians will be completely empty.It is to give the cultivation base of the whole body to another person.Anyone who practices internal attack knows that this method of imparting qigong is equivalent to abolishing one's own meridians, or giving up one's life.

I also remembered that in the book I saw just now, there were the words "Hope to change Yuheng's life, Fengjiu weeps the book"... If it is a perfect exercise that can save lives without cost, why use weeping? The word book?It would be too much of a stretch to say that he wept with joy.And the word "hope"...

I'm afraid it's... desperate.

Tomorrow I will be busy in three dimensions until next Tuesday or Wednesday.So the text may be suspended for a while.If I can find time in the middle, I will try my best to make more... But I feel that there is little hope... QAQ