"You get the Beiyin Kuangdao, King Nieren's Chuan Dao, and you get the heaven-level sword technique "Sweeping Thousands of Armies". This sword technique only has one move, and one move can produce various changes in the sword's posture. The emphasis is on the force and not on the intention.

Form and movement are in the body, intention is in the heart..."

A prompt appeared on Jiang Dali's panel.

Jiang Dali stared intently at the bamboo piece in his hand that exuded a strong sense of sword. To be precise, he stared at the word "knife" on the bamboo piece.

This word is full of madness, overbearing and domineering, so sharp that it seems to tear apart bamboo splinters.

In fact, if the sword intention was not released at all times, but was restrained on the bamboo slices, the bamboo slices would have been unable to withstand turning into powder.

Therefore, although this piece of bamboo records King Nie Ren's sword skills, they must be learned quickly within a specific period of time.

Otherwise, as time goes by, the sword intention will dissipate and it will be more difficult to understand.

Obviously, this is also a difficult problem that King Nie has given Jiang Dali.

If Jiang Dali can quickly understand this sword technique through his sword intention, he will naturally understand and master it.

If not, it can only be said that there is no chance, which is even more disappointing.

Jiang Dali saw that it would take over one hundred thousand cultivation points and potential points to quickly learn this sword technique.

Resolutely give up the idea of ​​being lazy based on your cultivation points and potential points.

With his understanding and knowledge of the art of swordsmanship, it is not difficult to understand this swordsmanship.

Put away the bamboo pieces.

Jiang Dali stood up and shook off the dew on his cloak and shake off the flakes of skin on his body. He stood in front of the wind with Bai Ting and Murong Qingqing, and said goodbye with his hands raised, "Nie Qian..."

"Hey! Brother Jiang, I have always called you brother, but please don't be so polite and call me senior again."

King Nie waved his hand, "With your strength, I'm afraid you will surpass me in a few years. If you think highly of me, just call me Brother Nie!"

Jiang Dali smiled casually and said generously, "That's fine. In fact, I rarely call people senior. Now that everything is done, thank you Brother Nie for giving me sword skills. See you later!"

King Nie laughed heartily and said, "Okay, see you later!"

"Uncle Jiang."

At this moment, a childish cry came from the bamboo house.

Little Nie Feng ran out quickly with his hands and feet, handed a small knife in his hand to Jiang Dali, raised his head and said with a bright smile, "This is a gift from Feng'er to Uncle Jiang. This is a knife that Feng'er made for you personally."

The sword you made, I wish Uncle Jiang that your sword skills will be stronger and more powerful in the future."

Jiang Dali was surprised and looked at the funny-looking wooden knife in his hand that was barely in the shape of a knife.

Suddenly, there was another strange movement on the panel.

"Nie Feng's favorability towards you has increased by 200, and the current relationship level is: respect!"

Jiang Dali's heart moved. He put away the knife with a smile, touched Nie Feng's little head and said with deep meaning, "Thank you Feng'er. Uncle likes this knife very much. I hope that in a few years, uncle can use this knife to guide you."

Travel in the world."

"Really!? That's great, great."

Nie Feng was surprised and cheered.

King Nie said, "Well, your Uncle Jiang still has many things to do. He has to leave. Say goodbye to him."

"Goodbye, Uncle Jiang."

"Farewell!"

...

The sunset falls into the distant starry field.

In the evening darkness, black hawks galloped past, spreading the scent of wine along the way.

Jiang Dali and Bai Ting sat on the backs of eagles and drank happily over a pot of pheasant. Even Murong Qingqing, who rarely drank, also acted as accompaniment to entertain the guests. After drinking half a bowl of wine, she drunkenly sang a cappella ditty.

“Last year on Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk..."

The tune is a song by a drunkard from the Song Dynasty.

Wine does not intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves.

Bai Ting was already drunk.

Most people who have a good drinker always like to have people come to them to share drinks. As long as someone comes to them to share drinks, other things can be put aside for the time being.

It would be even more pleasant if the opponent for this drinking contest was a beautiful woman.

Bai Ting was obviously drunk with joy. He was not only drunk by Jiang Dali's wine, but also by Murong Qingqing's songs.

He missed his wife and beloved daughter a little.

The things that Jiang Dali experienced these days were simply more exciting and dangerous than anything he had ever experienced in his life.

And after getting along with him these days, he also found that Jiang Dali was not that difficult to deal with, and he was not as murderous and frightening as when they first met.

Even towards his own people, he can be said to be very generous and easy-going.

This also made Bai Ting, who had been worried for many days, gradually relax and feel quite complicated.

Through this drink, Bai Ting extinguished all the complaints and grievances in his heart, and completely entered the position and state he was in now.

Jiang Dali drank the wine in the jar in one gulp, leaving not a drop left. He squinted at Bai Ting, who had the last trace of red light on his body completely dissipated, and felt quite satisfied.

Then he looked at Murong Qingqing who was still humming on the other side.

This woman has already sung, "I can't see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears..."

The song was hummed to the end, and the song was completely immersed in emotion. Her eyes were filled with tears, the music was trembling slightly, her black hair was blown to pieces by the wind, and a few strands swept into the corner of her lips, seeming to be mixed with the silent tears.

"It seems that girls are also people with stories. Unfortunately, the leader of this village has already finished his drink.

You have a story, and I don’t have any more wine.”

Jiang Dali patted the empty wine jar and made a "pound pound" sound, letting out a breath of wine and laughing. He couldn't help but think of the scene when he saw Murong Qingqing.

The other party wanted to avenge his father and teamed up with him to kill Qiu Xuemei of the Tomb Sect.

That was also the first time he met the other party. At that time, the other party sang Xiao Yan's lyrics, "Remember the first time we met Xiao Ping, the double heart word Luo Yi..."

When they first met, both of them were still so weak.

Even the demon eagle sitting under him could not drag his body, which was not so majestic at that time, over the city wall that was only four feet high.

But now, he doesn't even need to climb the four-foot-high city wall, he can directly collapse it and rush over.

"Master Jiangzhai, do you believe that a chance encounter is fate? Do you believe... that once you meet, you will have an unforgettable love?"

At this moment, Murong Qingqing suddenly leaned on the armrest of the Bingpo Jade chair, looking up at the sky with a few stars in the distance, her eyes blurred like Mengyi said.

Jiang Dali was startled and his face began to turn dark.

Why would this woman talk about such embarrassing love topics while drinking?

In the past, Wang Yuyan always behaved like this after being drunk by him.

Lying on the bed, he was squirming like a silverfish and kept saying, "Wait a minute, where is my cousin!"

Then he talked about love and love in a dreamlike manner.

Fortunately, Murong Fu died in the end, and Wang Yuyan rarely talked in her sleep anymore. She would only gnash her teeth in the middle of the night and scream out words such as "evil man" and "dead ghost", as if she was very afraid of and hated someone.

Jiang Dali guessed that Xiao Wang had a nightmare about the dead ghost Murong Fu.

"I once had parents, and they should have loved me very much, but they were both killed...I swear, I swear to avenge them, but I don't have the ability to avenge them.

Later, a killer from Qingyi Building helped me kill my enemy, and my great revenge was avenged. Unfortunately, I never saw that killer brother again..."

Murong Qingqing's tone was filled with regret, a pear-shaped smile appeared on her pretty face, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Are you talking about me?"

Jiang Dali was stunned, and the veins in his thick arms twitched slightly, and he tried to say, "The owner of Qingyi Building knows it, but this Qingyi Building has already been destroyed after the death of its owner Huo Xiu. The killer you mentioned should also be there."

Now that I have earned enough money, I can go back to my hometown to marry a wife and have children..."

Murong Qingqing immediately shook her head, "No! Probably not."

Jiang Dali frowned and couldn't figure out whether the woman was awake or not, or half drunk. He said casually, "Maybe she died in the rivers and lakes. For killers, the final destination is to die in the rivers and lakes."

One way.”

"No! He's definitely not dead."

"How do you know?"

"Intuition, our women's intuition is always very accurate. He must be alive and not far from me. I will definitely find him and repay him."

"Maybe they don't need your reward."

"Then I also want to repay him. With my current status and strength, I can give him a better and more generous life. I don't have to be someone else's swordsman in the world."

"Yeah?"
To be continued...