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Then, he looked at what he had written in his own handwriting in a daze.
When he heard Han Pu talk about what happened at home,
These words inexplicably appeared in his mind,
Just like the sentence "Born in sorrow and die in peace and happiness."
But he clearly didn't even know what genre of poem this was,
Nor did he understand the word "Han" in Qin and Han,
What exactly was it referring to?
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? He thought of the familiar power that surged from nowhere that day,
Compared to being possessed by a wandering ghost,
He would rather believe that..,
He was the wandering ghost.
But..,
The memories and emotions from when he was young were so clear and deep.
..
When Han Pu finished packing up and came out,
Qin Song was no longer in the room,
Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence and quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword,
Qin Song was good at the zither, singing, and dancing, but he was not good at the sword,
The sword in his hand was nothing more than a dancing prop.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword,
Although it was flashy,
It was extremely good.
Under the bright moonlight, the youth in white seemed to be glowing. His wide sleeves fluttered like clouds,
Her flexible and flexible waist.
His fluttering black hair,
His long sword that was overflowing with cold light... Han Pu could not describe it,
But he only felt that every movement of the youth was emitting a fatal attraction, attracting his eyes and making his heart beat wildly, making him not dare to speak or breathe...
The youth's movements were originally slow and light, but towards the end, they gradually became intense. He moved and flipped on the ground, and his sword danced and stabbed in the air. Each sword was faster than the last, and each sword was heavier than the last... Han Pu seemed to hear the sound of war drums shaking the sky, and he seemed to see the sound of thunder raging in front of him. He only felt his heart skip a beat, and he could not come back to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped, and the wind calmed down.
Qin Song put his sword back into its scabbard and saw Han Pu staring at him with his mouth agape. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
However, despite his stupidity, he wasn't loathsome. His eyes were bright and spirited, and one could only sigh in admiration, nothing else.
Han Pu gulped. "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me wield my sword."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Even if the Qin Song sword dance is a pastime, it is for me, the Qin Song, to amuse myself and not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to respond. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise, then shook his head and said, "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone martial arts skills that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Moreover, he didn't think he needed this kind of thing.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was beautiful, but swords are used to kill people. What's the use of just being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, then I can create the world's most powerful swordsmanship."
Han Pu said, "Beautiful and killing people are two different things, okay? According to what you said, aren't those little beauties dancing all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused, then said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence. He said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with it …"
Han Pu couldn't finish his words because he found that Qin Song was no longer practicing the sword dance, but practicing a single straight thrust over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every action was different, and he seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All of this seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful swordsmanship — so there really were geniuses who were born to use swords in this world?
Qin Song gestured with his eyes closed, then said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave, so he said angrily, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were, after all, different.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered unhappily. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around and saw Qin Song suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body was somewhat unsteady.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him to sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said angrily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a dignified expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. He said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song couldn't help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was somewhat ugly. He said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"A small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you're in? You're like a broken vase that's full of cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind, or a cough, could break it! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song, and said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition. He was too lazy to explain, so he said, "There's a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine that Qin Yi made. You ran fast, help …"
Before he could finish his words, Han Pu had already run off without a trace.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing the sword just now. He always felt that something was missing. It was as if there was a thin barrier separating him from the things that he had grasped in his hands. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch them.
What should he do to get rid of that feeling … he couldn't find someone to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and thinking, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu. He silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed Han Pu's hand away and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You haven't given up yet?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about the sword art at this time?
Qin Song frowned. He didn't want to lie to Han Pu, and he also couldn't explain his current condition. Although his injuries looked serious, they weren't fatal. Although that force had broken his body, it had also firmly glued it back together and was constantly improving his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, other than spitting out a small mouthful of blood from time to time and feeling pain for a while, he was actually in better condition than anyone else.
He said, "Han Pu, I asked you to follow me, but it doesn't mean that you can interfere in my affairs at will." He wanted to say that he was fine, but he needed someone to believe him!
Han Pu said angrily, "Is it worth it for you to risk your life for a Qin Yue?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. He held the glass and sipped slowly.
Han Pu saw that he didn't take his words seriously. He said angrily, "Well, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll kill him for you!"
He turned around and walked away.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his injuries and was at his most vigilant. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but didn't turn around. He said coldly, "You told me not to interfere in your affairs, then you shouldn't interfere in my affairs either!"
"I also don't want to interfere in your affairs, but I have a few things to make clear to you." Qin Song said calmly, "First, my injuries have nothing to do with Qin Yue, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't take everything on yourself. Second, I didn't risk my life. Even if I did, it wouldn't be for Qin Yue. It could only be for myself. Third, I know my injuries better than anyone else. They won't get better because of careful nursing, and they won't worsen because I practice martial arts. "
Qin Song paused and continued, "It's up to you whether you believe these words or not. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it's up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to die, don't use my name."
Han Pu didn't move for a long time. Qin Song was angry at his stubbornness, but Han Pu suddenly turned around and sat down beside Qin Song. He put the medicine bottle on the stone table and poured a cup of water for him. He smiled and said, "Take the medicine, take the medicine!"
Qin Song stared at him. How could this person's face change so quickly?
Han Pu smiled and said, "Of course I believe your words. But it's rare for you to be so concerned about me and say so many words in one breath. I wanted to hear more, but you didn't say anything after waiting for so long. "
Qin Song was speechless and took the medicine silently.
Although Qin Yi's medicine didn't have any effect on his injuries, it was very effective in relieving pain. Every time he had an attack, he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. Qin Song, who was not afraid of pain, found it difficult to bear.
Qin Song sat for a while and recovered. He was about to ask Han Pu to leave so that he could continue practicing swordsmanship when he suddenly heard voices. He turned around and saw a few lanterns swaying in the woods. It seemed that they were heading toward his small courtyard.
Han Pu said, "It should be the silly big guy coming back with people."
…
Yu Sheng left with four people, but came back with forty people. Men and women of all ages stood in a few rows, waiting for Qin Song to choose. The manager carefully accompanied them, saying that he didn't think it through and so on.
The staff of the hostage residence was supposed to be provided by Daqin, so Qin Song didn't refuse. He chose four women in their thirties or forties, who looked neat and tidy, and asked the manager to take the others back. The manager strongly advised him to keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took the people to settle down. Han Pu sighed and complained, "People pick young and beautiful people, but you … at least leave one for us to look at!"
When Qin Song was in Southern Chu, he also liked to use young and beautiful girls. But now, he had changed his mind. If a girl was born beautiful, even if she was a servant who had sold her body, it was inevitable that she would be arrogant. He used to be happy to coax them. Even if the girls threw tantrums at him, he also felt that it was interesting … but now, he didn't have such thoughts.
He frowned and said, "Don't you think he's too attentive? I feel like I've overlooked something. "
Han Pu said, "How can it be? Qin Yue is so infatuated. It's strange that he's not attentive, right? "
"Ying …" Qin Song suddenly realized that he was really confused!
Back then, when he failed to assassinate Qin Yue and was captured, he felt that he was going to die. In order to protect Yi An, he told Qin Yue that only by pretending to be infatuated with Yi An and turning the matter into a small one could he confuse the Qi people. However, no matter how infatuated Qin Yue was with Yi An, he wouldn't let the assassin off because of this.
Now that he was here alive, it was obvious that he replaced Yi An's position of being "infatuated" …
Qin Song touched his forehead and said, "Tomorrow, take my token to Nan An Teahouse and tell them that I'm going to have tea in two days. Ask them to reserve a room by the window facing the south."
Han Pu blinked, "Huh?"
It's just tea. Why is it so troublesome?
Qin Song said lightly, "If I stay here, I'm like a sparrow with its wings tied. What's the use of practicing martial arts? I have to leave Daqin first. "
Han Pu said, "Leave Daqin? Isn't it easy? This is my profession … "
He suddenly remembered that this young man's ability to escape was not inferior to his. He suddenly said, "You want to leave openly? Don't be delusional. How can Qin Yue let you go? "
Qin Song said, "Don't say it's impossible if you haven't tried."
He got up and went back to his room.
His eyes fell on Hu Zi, and he was a little sad. So what if he killed these people? The pain of losing a family member wouldn't be reduced at all. If he was like this, what about his parents and brothers?
It was a pity that he didn't know how to resurrect the dead, nor did he have the ability to transcend the Buddhist reincarnation. Leaving behind sadness, he turned around and disappeared in front of everyone.
When he reached a place where there was no one, Linno cast a spell. A shadow of a jade sword appeared in the air and gradually turned from illusion to reality. Then, it turned from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and flew in all directions.
This thing was called the Sword Book. The name was quite grand, but its function was much worse than the mobile phone Linno used in his previous life. The function Linno used just now, in his own words, was to send a group message without a specific target. Cultivators who were close to this place and had a certain level of cultivation could receive it.
If things went as he expected, once this thing was released, the sects that those people belonged to would be cleaned up immediately. This was also something that he had promised the dog's dad.
Two thousand years ago, the Heavenly Dao Alliance gathered all the Taoist sects in the world and made an oath in front of the Heavenly Dao Mirror. They set the rules for immortals and mortals. Anyone who killed mortals for no reason would be punished by the world. Once this oath was made, the spiritual energy in the world became more obedient and the Heavenly Tribulations became much gentler. The few Soul Formation powerhouses who led this matter were even more virtuous. The life and death tribulation that was supposed to have a slim chance of survival was only lightly struck by a few bolts of lightning.
Since then, the oath of all the cultivators in the world was added to the oath that they were not allowed to kill mortals. Occasionally, there would be a few fish that escaped the net, but they were often deliberately raised by others.
This was because after all the Taoist sects in the world made an oath to the Heavenly Dao and obtained the approval of the Heavenly Dao, they would be able to protect mortals and kill those who killed mortals. This would be more useful than any natural treasure during the Heavenly Tribulations. In the past, wherever a cultivator who broke the oath appeared, he would be hunted down and killed.
When the supply of wild monsters could not meet the demand, some people began to raise them. They found a remote place and supported a small sect to hide from the Heavenly Dao Sect. Although they were afraid of karma and did not dare to directly let them kill innocent people, they could intentionally or unintentionally let them be arrogant. When it was necessary, they would be killed for the purpose of the Heavenly Tribulations.
Previously, when Linno heard that their entire sect was like this, he knew that they must have been raised by others. Now that he had sent out the sword letter, the Immortal Gate that raised them would definitely harvest them immediately. Otherwise, when people from the outside came to snatch their heads, they would lose everything.
These poor guys who thought that they were high and mighty immortals were just livestock raised in a pen waiting to be slaughtered during the New Year.
"It's a pity that I can't stay in this place." Lin Nuo sighed. He was too lazy to walk on foot if it was too far away, so he took out a Small Teleportation Talisman from his spatial artifact. This thing could teleport him 500 miles away. He looked at the stars and determined the direction. "This way!"
After a moment of dizziness, Linno landed at the bottom of a cliff. The lake was quiet, and the flowers were fragrant. The scenery was actually quite good. However, after he was injured, his spiritual sense was limited. He could not sense if there were people nearby, and did not know where he was.
Earlier, he had taken the Small Transference Talisman, but secretly used the Big Heaven and Earth Talisman. When the two were first activated, they were somewhat similar. By the time they realized the difference, it would be too late to stop him. This could be considered his specialty. Even if others thought of using it, they would not be able to afford it. The Big Heaven and Earth Talisman was too expensive.
Of course, expensive had its benefits. Although the Big Heaven and Earth Talisman could not preset the direction and position, and the distance was random, it was not limited by the environment. Furthermore, no matter how close it was, it would be much further than the Small Transference Talisman.
Linno leaned against the cliff and sat down. He hoped that he had run far enough. This was his last Big Heaven and Earth Talisman.
He hoped even more that he was thinking too much.
He felt a little uneasy. When he was at Hu 'er's house, he clearly felt that there was some fluctuation in the surrounding aura. There should be an expert in hiding. If it was not a coincidence, then it could only be him. If it was the latter, he could only hope that this Big Heaven and Earth Talisman could shake off that person. With his current ability, he could only bully the younger generation. If an expert really came, he would not be able to run fast enough.
Too many things had happened today. Linno looked up at the sky full of stars and sighed softly. There were only two months left. Why couldn't they let him pass in peace?
In the next moment, Linno's expression suddenly changed. He groaned and struggled to stand up. However, he staggered and bumped into the bluestone in front of him. "Huoer! Huoer! "
There was a hint of sweetness in her voice.
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