A thousand taels of gold is not a lot at all. In theory, it is enough to hire several assassins with five realms of cultivation on the black market. It is not a lot at all. After all, after the destruction of many alchemy sects in the Han Dynasty, things are rare and valuable.

The realm-breaking elixir often costs thousands or even thousands of taels of gold.

As long as this so-called "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Technique" is indeed authentic and helps the elders in the family break through to the Sixth Realm, it will be completely worth the price of thousands of taels of gold - the authentic techniques that contain the brand of sword intent are not ordinary ones.

The Jian Jing manuscript can be compared.

If you don't take what God gives you, you will be blamed; if you don't welcome it, you will suffer disaster! This transaction may be an opportunity for the Liu family to change their destiny. Missing such an opportunity will undoubtedly be a huge loss.

Liu Xingye had made up his mind and decided to take the risk. He knew that although there was no lack of fraud in the world, there was also sincerity and trust. If he could help the old swordsman this time, he might also be able to earn a fortune for himself.

Rare favors and experiences.

"Senior, I understand your difficulties, but after all, this "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Technique" is a secret that is not passed down by your sect, and its value is immeasurable. Besides, if I exchange it for a thousand taels of gold at will, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to my family.

.”

Liu Xingye pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke as a final test.

The old swordsman heard the words and gave a wry smile, as if he had already anticipated the other party's reaction. Obviously, he also knew that his request was indeed a bit abrupt, let alone in this mixed gambling house:

"Little brother, I understand your concerns. But please believe that I am not the kind of person who deceives the world and steals my reputation."

"True or untrue cannot be described in words. If you don't believe it, you can ask someone among your guards who has swordsmanship and unique vision to check it. But remember, this matter is of great importance, so you must be cautious. You need to know

Let them be loyal servants who have served the master's family for many years, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, as if he was thinking of the past when he was betrayed by the most trusted person, implying that this method is extremely valuable. If there are people with evil intentions among the examiners, it will inevitably lead to the original tragedy again, and must do everything possible.

May keep secrets.

"We really can't leak the news and let outsiders observe the skills..." Liu Xingye took the silk book handed over by the other party and felt something in his heart. Although he was young, he was not stupid. He immediately understood the old swordsman's intention and gave up the invitation.

The thought of Master Jian Tang coming over for appraisal.

Then, he glanced at the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples who were guarding him behind him, and thought to himself: Although these two people are disciples recruited by his father, and their cultivation level is rare in the family, they are still from Zhao Di.

, if there really is any secret, I have to guard against it.

"Senior, there are many people in gambling houses, so for appraisals and transactions, it's better to go outside to the back alleys."

Soon, Liu Xingye made a decision to let Qingyang and Qingyang leave for the time being. He took several other loyal guards and the precious silk book and followed the old swordsman out of the gambling house and walked into the gambling house.

Dark and narrow back alley.

The back alley was dark, with only a few scattered lanterns emitting faint light, adding a bit of mystery to this secretive transaction.

There is a damp and musty smell in the air, and occasionally you can hear the noise coming from the gambling house in the distance, which is in stark contrast to the silence here.

Liu Xingye signaled the guards to disperse to form a protective circle to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard by outsiders. He looked at the old swordsman, his eyes revealing firmness and trust: "Senior, we are the only ones here now, you can

Feel free to show off your skills."

"Little brother, keep an eye on it!" Hidden under the other person's vicissitudes of life is Zhao Qing's scheming smile.

"This "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Technique" is a secret that has been passed down by our master for hundreds of years. It involves cultivating the mind and nature, using stillness to control it, practicing both internally and externally, paying equal attention to sword energy and internal strength, so as to achieve the state where the sword's intention resonates with the heaven and earth. Practice it.

To the depths, you can draw the purple haze energy from heaven and earth into your body, and fully understand the mystery of moving the mountain."

"The sword art in the world is based on practicing qi. The awe-inspiring righteousness is originally given by heaven, but ordinary people are not good at cultivating it, and instead use their nature to defeat the qi. The dangers of martial artists are violent, arrogant, cruel, and thieves. Violence will disturb the spirit.

And if the Qi is chaotic, arrogance will lead to true detachment and the Qi will float, coolness will lead to loss of benevolence and Qi will be lost, and thieves will be cruel and short of breath."

"These four things are all knives and saws that cut off the qi. Give up the four natures, return to the soft and good, control your violence and cruelty, nourish your righteousness, sound the heavenly drum, drink jade syrup, swim in the flower pool, knock on the golden beam, and rely on it.

If you do it, you should have some small achievements... The one who ascends to the void is wonderful, the one who keeps the Qi is alive, and when he reaches the perfection of the Tao, he feels the sincerity of silence, conquers the gods, shapes and humiliations, and has a peaceful and prosperous life..."

The "old swordsman" briefly introduced and explained a few words, then closed his eyes and gently touched the sword pictures on the silk book with his hands, as if communicating with some ancient power.

Liu Xingye and several guards waited with bated breath. They saw that the sword pictures on the silk book were lifelike, and each stroke contained an inexplicable charm. The text annotations were like a trickle, explaining the essence of swordsmanship in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.

When you look at it, you will know that it is no small matter.

With the continuous injection of Zhao Qing's true essence, the entire sword diagram seemed to come alive. The complicated sword moves began to flow slowly, turning into streaks of purple light and haze, outlines of thrilling sword shadows in the void, and it was as if one could hear the sword's movements.

With the sound of the sound, I felt the sword energy flowing freely.

Liu Xingye felt a blur before his eyes, as if he was in a world surrounded by swords. Those sword shadows were either fast or slow, hard or soft, and every move contained endless mysteries.

He was shocked. The depth of this swordsmanship was far beyond the comparison of any swordsmanship he had ever come across. He was convinced that this "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Skill" was by no means an illusion, but a true martial arts treasure, which could be said to be of great value.

Liancheng is not worth ten thousand gold.

Just as he was immersed in the mystery of the technique, a slight sound of footsteps came from the end of the alley, breaking the tranquility.

Liu Xingye raised his head alertly and "saw" that two disciples from Qingyang Sword Pagoda had followed him quietly at some point and were standing not far away, looking at them with complicated eyes.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Why are you following me?" Liu Xingye frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased and wary in his heart. He had obviously asked these two people to avoid them, but he didn't expect them

He even followed me secretly. What was his intention? What was his intention? Is it possible?

The two disciples looked at each other, and one of them said: "Master, we are just worried about your safety, so..." Before he could finish his sentence, the other one patted him on the shoulder, and the two of them turned around in unison, facing the night behind.

He ran away and disappeared.

…

At the same time, in another alley outside the gambling house, the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples who were pushed away were wandering aimlessly, looking at the dimly lit Changling City in the distance, knowing clearly in their hearts

I was not trusted by my master, so I felt a little dissatisfied.

As the highest-level disciple of the Liu family, to be treated so differently and excluded is undoubtedly an unspeakable humiliation. Although there is indeed a reason for this, it still makes the two of them have mixed feelings. They naturally react to Liu Xingye's move.

A secret grudge arises.

"Is Mr. Liu's promise really reliable?" A guard with a long beard was slightly shorter in stature and his voice was a bit sad: "Brother, do we really want to do this? Establish a new sect and pass on the unique knowledge, but such a

Come on, don’t we completely sever ties with the State of Zhao?”

Another guard pondered for a moment and said in a firm voice: "Junior brother, the Zhao Kingdom has died. As the last descendants of the Qingyang Sword Tower, we cannot let the sect's secret knowledge be lost. With the help of the power of the Keto Division, we can at least ensure our safety.

It can also allow the sect to continue."

"As for the State of Zhao, we just need to remember it in our hearts. There is no need to let unnecessary hatred constrain ourselves... To take revenge on the Qin Dynasty is something that even the masters of the Sword Furnace cannot do. People like you and me may not be able to advance to the Seventh Realm.

As for you guys, it’s better to give up as soon as possible.”

The previous guard nodded, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "After we have paid homage to Zhao Zhan's tomb and given up our last thoughts, from now on, we will say goodbye to the past completely and become the sons of Great Qin.

People, the feeling in my heart is really indescribable."

Is this the original purpose? Not far away, Zhao Qing heard the exchange between the two people and thought deeply in his heart: After all, one or two practitioners who are no more than six realms want to shake hundreds of seventh realm masters and millions of them.

A huge empire of elite troops is too unrealistic.

If the people under the Qin Dynasty, including the original three places of Korea, Zhao, and Wei, were in dire straits and suffered from bullying and oppression, there was still some hope that they could win the support of the majority of people with the help of internal conflicts.

…

But for now, the lives of the people in Qin are prosperous and seem to be getting better and better. Of course, there are also hidden dangers in the military merit system, and Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu's ambitions to destroy the other three dynasties.

It won't take long for the peaceful environment to be broken.

"In any case, I ask you both to 'voluntarily' leave Changling for a period of time to rebuild the sect. I can also be of some help at that time... Zhushan County, Ba County, a place that has been brought under control, is in need of recruitment.

Foreign masters."

As she thought slightly, several black mist spread outwards and condensed into human shapes. When the two Qingyang Sword Tower disciples were immersed in the memories of the past and the confusion of the future, a strange wave quietly filled the air.

In the alley.

Soon, a whisper, like the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, or like the murmur of human words, faintly reached the ears of Qingyang and Qingyang.

The sound was far and near, elusive, but it carried an indescribable allure, tempting them to get closer to the source of the sound.

The two brothers followed the sound and saw a few Xuanyi guards wearing Liu family clothes walking through the alley. They were talking in low voices, as if they were discussing some secret. But all of this was ignored by those two

Qingyang disciple "happened" to hear it.

"Have you heard? After the master learned that the young master had obtained the secret treasure of the Sword Scripture, he immediately issued an emergency order. Just as a precaution, he decided to clear out all outsiders, including the two disciples of the Qingyang Sword Pagoda.

"

"Yes, after all, this matter is of great importance and there can't be any mistakes." Another guard agreed.

"Yes, I heard that the old swordsman who even sells secret books will not let him go. After all, he knows too much. Mr. Liu is ruthless, so we have to be careful, lest he die without knowing how he died."

"What?! This...is this true?"

"Of course it's true. I saw with my own eyes that the master's cronies were plotting this matter. They said that the value of the Sword Scripture was beyond imagination. In order to prevent the news from leaking, the roots must be eradicated..."

One of the guards said, with a hint of sternness in his tone: "Although some of them have reached the sixth level of cultivation, without defense, it can only be solved with a cup of poisonous elixir wine... What's more,

We can also contact the Corner Tower Guards and Supervisor Tiansi as backup..."

When the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples heard this, their expressions changed suddenly. They looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and disbelief. They never expected that the master they had recently been loyal to would have such a problem because of a sword scripture transaction.

The vicious thoughts want to silence them!

"Brother, is this... is this true? What should we do? All our previous efforts have been in vain?" The short guard's voice was trembling. It was obvious that this sudden news made him at a loss.

A big mess.

The tall guard took a deep breath and tried to calm down the turmoil in his heart. He held his junior brother's hand tightly and said firmly: "Junior brother, don't be afraid. Although our Qingyang Sword Tower is lonely, we still have our backbone. Since the Liu family
To be continued...