On the branches, the moon was on the branches, and we met with a beautiful woman. Sitting in front of the ancient tomb, Su Jin, beside the stone table, looked at the moon and the dragon girl, and couldn't help but smile a heartfelt smile on her face.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiaolongnu asked in confusion.

"Because I remembered you!"

"Is there anything funny about me?" Xiaolongnu frowned.

Su Jin paused for a moment and suddenly realized that the simple Xiaolongnu could not understand these rustic love words, so she said bluntly: "Once a person thinks of beautiful things, he will feel very happy. It is not that you are funny, but that you are so beautiful."

Xiaolongnu was thin-skinned and was so ashamed by these straightforward words that she pointed to the forest with a blank expression and said, "You go out!"

"Hey, you blushed!" Su Jin said in surprise.

"Ah!" Xiaolongnu blushed so much that she accidentally slapped the thick stone table in front of her with a palm.

Su Jin looked at the cracks on the stone table, swallowed hard, stood up and ran away like he was flying: "I'm disturbing, I'm disturbing, Miss Long, I'm here to talk to you tomorrow night."

"Don't come again." Xiaolongnu shouted loudly, but she did not receive any reply.

In the ancient tomb, Grandma Sun looked at the angry expression on the face of the originally cold little dragon girl, and gradually smiled.

That's great.

The next morning, just dawn, Yang Guo, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed out of his room like a sharp arrow, ignored all his strange eyes, and trotted to Su Jin's door, not daring to call, and just waited with his heart pounding.

"Don't be so nervous." Su Jin took two swords and walked out of the room: "How is the foundation building skills watching?"

Speaking of this, Yang Guo's excited face suddenly felt like a basin of cold water was poured on: "Big brother, I still can't find the feeling of anger."

"Don't be anxious, take your time. Except for some evil skills, no martial arts can be achieved overnight." Su Jin delivered the long sword in his left hand to him: "I'll give this hundred-smelting iron sword to you, and we will start practicing swords next."

"Thank you, brother!" Yang Guo held the Bailian Iron Sword in his hand like a treasure, pulled it out suddenly, and waved it in the air excitedly.

After waiting for his excitement to calm down a little, Su Jin slowly said, "You are a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, so it is not illegal for me to teach you Quanzhen Sword Technique. Yang Guo, remember, there are seven swords in Quanzhen Sword Technique. The first sword, Zhang Fan raised the oar, soft oars, light oars, light boats, fishing on the Tiaoxi River, a leaf on a small boat, a river like a practice, and a vast wave. The second sword, the spring is gone, the west wind is gone, the west dirt is gone, the autumn wind is blocked, the autumn wind is blocked, the slanting wind is drizzling, the rain is sparse, the night rain is rustling..."

As he was speaking, Su Jin moved, and the long sword in his hand broke out of the sheath, like a fisherman raising wooden pulp, the sea wafted, the west wind played a song of triumphantness, the sky fell, the silver light shining, the sword shadow was like a curtain, and Yang Guo's eyes were blurred.

After a long time, the thunder was furious, and the waves were flat. Yang Guo's eyes suddenly burst into tears. The long sword had been put into the scabbard at some point.

"What a great sword technique!"

"Of course it's amazing." Su Jin said: "When the Huashan Sword Contest, the Chongyang Patriarch relied on this set of swordsmanship to beat the other four masters and won the world's number one master. Unfortunately, no one can understand the essence of swordsmanship, so it is difficult to reappear the style of the world's number one sword."

Yang Guo's face was full of yearning: "Big brother, I will be the number one master in the world in the future."

"Why?"

"Because no one will look down on me again."

Su Jin was stunned for a moment, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Practice hard, I believe you can."

Time flies, like a white horse passing by, and more than half a month passes in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Su Jin was teaching Yang Guo to practice, and loud bells suddenly came from the direction of Wanshou Palace.

The two of them took their long swords one after another, raised their luck, gathered a Quanzhen disciple, and rushed to the front of the palace gate.

"I'm summoning everyone here today because Elder Sun Buer has made some new discoveries." Qiu Chuji stood on the stone steps of the palace and looked down at the disciples.

Is it finally over? Su Jin was so energetic that he could not wait.

This Chongyang Palace is really boring. If it weren't for teaching Yang Guo during the day, he could go to Xiaolongnu to chat before going to bed at night, but he would probably not be able to stay for a day.

"This is a letter I dug out from under the ground of Ma Jucai's room." Sun Buer raised a light white letter paper in his hand and said lightly: "It is full of words threatening Ma Jucai, as well as all plans to frame Zhiping and me! Everyone circulated each other and saw whose handwriting was."

In the crowd, Zhao Zhijing's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Although he had never written any letters, he was very clear about the routines of these older generation conspirators. It doesn’t matter if there is no evidence. They can create countless evidence that is beneficial to them!

"This handwriting seems to be from Senior Brother Zhijing." When the letter was passed to a disciple, the sentence he whispered inadvertently like a thunderclap on the ground, blew into everyone's heart.

"This is impossible!" Zhao Zhijing could no longer hold back, and pushed the crowd away and grabbed the letter in his hand. He looked at it and shouted loudly: "This is someone who imitated my handwriting. I have never written this letter at all. I don't know what the situation is!"

"The evidence is conclusive, do you still want to deny it?" Sun Buer smiled coldly and turned his eyes to Ma Ju: "What are you waiting for? It is also a good thing for you to help Quanzhen Sect find out the real rat shit."

"It was Zhao Zhijing who asked me to do this." It was astonishing that Ma Jucai actually gave a definite reply.

"It's ridiculous, really ridiculous." Zhao Zhijing suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at Sun Buer: "I swear to God that this matter was not done by me, and I was completely unaware of it. This letter was evidence she deliberately concocted to make me take the blame for her. Ma Jucai must have been threatened by her and changed his words again."

"That... can I say something!" Seeing that the war between them was about to escalate further, Su Jin suddenly stepped out and said.

"Ping'er, just say anything you want." Qiu Chuji said.
Chapter completed!