Lin Jiusheng laughed happily when he heard that, as Qing Ling thought, fortunately, the men in black didn't use puppets to deal with them.
After looking at the man in black for several times, Qing Ling exhorted: "This thing is powerful, but it is also easy to be jealous. It is best not to let him act if it is a last resort."
"I understand that everyone is not guilty, and I still understand the truth about guilty." Lin Jiusheng nodded.
"Yeah." Qing Ling sat cross-legged on the ground and began to rest.
Those three scimitars consumed her Yang Qi extremely, and her body was already too weak at this time.
Lin Jiusheng didn't bother Qing Ling either. He held the small bell and gently shook it several times to let the puppet man follow him.
This puppet man was very honest, Lin Jiusheng issued a lot of instructions, and he completed them Yiyi.
"It's a good thing." Lin Jiusheng nodded.
After commanding a few times, he felt a little tired. He didn't simply instruct the puppet man to do anything. He walked into the cave and let the puppet man guard the entrance of the cave.
Qing Ling was too tired, leaning against the stone wall, apparently asleep.
To prevent Qing Ling from freezing, Lin Jiusheng took off his coat and put it on Qing Ling's body.
Thinking of some tricks taught by Qing Qiuxue, Lin Jiusheng walked toward the outside of the cave entrance.
At the moment he left, Qing Ling's eyelashes moved slowly. Looking at the coat on her body, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.
The man in black at the palace gate is dead. Listening to what Qing Ling said before, the man in black is still the guardian or elder of the palace gate.
Now this death, if the palace gate knows that he killed the man, he will definitely not let him go.
Thinking of this, Lin Jiusheng felt a little nervous in his heart, and now he can only raise his own cultivation base.
The more he thought about it, Lin Jiusheng felt a little depressed in his heart. Since he reached the Yin Pill Realm, the Yang Qi on his body has not increased at all.
What Qing Qiuxue taught him was a set of sword moves, a total of six moves.
Lin Jiusheng practiced for more than two hours, and then practiced three hours of strengthening the body.
Now his realm is only able to practice the seventh stroke of the physical strength technique.
With a loud "Oh", Lin Jiusheng clenched his fists and slammed them hard.
On the big tree.
The force used by this punch was so great that the big tree was punched with a sunken fist mark in an instant.
Looking down at his fist, Lin Jiusheng nodded in satisfaction.
Thinking of the black-clothed man, Lin Jiusheng used a dagger to stab him, but he didn't even pierce the black-clothed man's fur at all.
Thinking about it now, Lin Jiusheng vaguely figured out something. The man in black must have also practiced physical strengthening skills, and he must have strengthened his whole body to a very strong level.
Lin Jiusheng couldn't help thinking of Qing Ling's three scimitars. I don't know where the three scimitars come from, they are staggeringly sharp.
After practicing for a while, Lin Jiusheng felt exhausted, returned to the cave, found a comfortable place to sit down, and then leaned against the wall.
I don't know how long he slept, when a crackling fire sounded, he opened his eyes and looked in Qing Ling's direction.
It was found that Qing Ling was not sitting where she had been before, and he was also wearing his coat.
Picking up his jacket, Lin Jiusheng put it on and found that the sky was already bright. Looking at the sun above his head, it should be more than seven o'clock in the morning.
Qing Ling was roasting two wild rabbits. Seeing Lin Jiusheng came out of the cave, she quickly beckoned and said, "It's ready to be roasted right away. There is a small river next to the cave. Go there and wash your face."
"Yes." Lin Jiusheng nodded and said, washing his face and walking towards Qing Ling.
Sitting next to Qing Ling, seeing her handing over a hare, Lin Jiusheng took it, took a bite and smiled: "The taste is not bad."
"Right." Qing Ling said with a smile.
"By the way, did Master Qing give you some information?" Lin Jiusheng asked with some worry.
It has been one night since the separation. Chengqiuchi and many disciples were chasing after Qing Qiuxue and Qing Zhu.
"Don't worry, it won't happen. Wait a few more days, Chengqiuchi and Wang won't be surprised." Qing Ling said softly.
"That's good." Lin Jiusheng clapped his hands, and a hare had enough to eat.
According to Qing Ling, the two of them stayed here without receiving any notice from Qing Qiuxue.
Lin Jiusheng was naturally willing to take a good rest for a few days.
Stayed in this place for three days. At noon, Qing Ling caught on the ground
A strange frog lived.
She raised her hand and slapped it on the top of the frog's head. After moving the corners of her mouth a few times, she placed the frog on the ground.
The frog opened its mouth, and a ball of paper was spit out from the frog's mouth.
Qing Ling took the paper ball over, and after taking a closer look, she put the frog back, and then tore the paper ball into a ball.
When he walked to the place where Lin Jiusheng was practicing, he nodded in satisfaction after watching him practice a set of swordsmanship, and said, "The six Qiujian styles of the younger brother have practiced very well. The only pity is that it is not enough. Fierce, the sword is not murderous enough."
Hearing Qing Ling's voice, Lin Jiusheng turned around, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked down at the long sword in his hand for a while.
As the saying goes, the authorities are obsessed with bystanders. He has always felt that something is missing before, and he feels something wrong from time to time when he swings the sword.
Now that Sister Qing Ling gave such guidance, Lin Jiusheng seemed to have realized it. He looked at Sister Qing Ling and said, "Sister Qing Ling, do you want to compete with me."
"Okay." Qing Ling replied, twisting a branch next to her.
Seeing this, Lin Jiusheng was a little bit dumbfounded: "Senior sister, do you look down on me? You want to defeat me with branches?"
"I have this idea." Qing Ling said straightforwardly.
Lin Jiusheng was speechless, holding a fist and saying, "Senior Sister is offended."
Then he dashed forward, and the long sword in his hand quickly stabbed in the past. The Sixth Qiu Jian is fast and accurate, and speed is the mainstay.
But what Lin Jiusheng didn't expect was that Qing Ling also strode over the sword he had just passed, and the long sword in his hand pierced it at the same time.
Soon Lin Jiusheng shook his heart, the branch in Qing Ling's hand was already on his throat, and his long sword was aimed at Qing Ling's neck.
It's a simple one, high and low judgments.
If Qing Ling was holding a sword, then Lin Jiusheng's head would have been long gone.
"Senior Sister is really amazing." Lin Jiusheng clasped his fist.
"Junior Swordsmanship is quite good. It would be better if the sword has a murderous intent. A very powerful murderous intent can affect a person's mood." Qing Ling said.
Lin Jiusheng nodded in agreement, a little excited in his heart, and said, "Senior Sister, come again!"
Hearing Lin Jiusheng's words, Qing Ling shook her head and said: "I won't come first, there is news."
(End of this chapter)