"Boom"

Zhenbei Grand General's Mansion

Inside the room

The majestic internal force around Lin Xuan dissipated, the qi and blood in his body returned to calm, and he opened his eyes sharply.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a turbid breath, and the breath was extremely hot, which made the temperature in the room rise a lot.

Qi is like red, blood is like lead and mercury, all have the power of twelve dragons and elephants, and with their physique, they can collapse with one punch.

Inside the Spirit Platform, the divine image that was almost condensed into substance suppressed the Spirit Platform Heaven and Earth, exuding golden divinity.

The entire spiritual platform was submerged in the golden light, bathed in it, and his mind was extremely clear.

With the twelve-fold dragon-elephant-like skill to suppress the spiritual platform, you can use the three swords of the A Nasa Dao unscrupulously.

He was not afraid of the terrifying murderous aura condensed when he practiced the human path, and he became enchanted.

Dissipating the internal force, the qi and blood were calm, and when he was about to go to the ground, he suddenly sensed a sharp knife qi that erupted in the courtyard.

"Breakthrough?"

Lin Xuan muttered, and the next moment, he disappeared into the room, like a ghost.

Inside the practice room

On the cold white jade bed

The woman in a long white dress sat cross-kneeled, her eyes closed, and a long knife with a sheath lying across her knees.

It was Mu Qing'er, within three feet of her body, the looming cold light was extremely sharp.

Lin Xuan stepped into the practice room, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he suppressed Mu Qinger's breakthrough aura.

He stretched out his finger and clicked within three feet of her, and a slash of sword light slashed at his fingertip, the Mars flying sword.

The cold light shattered, but Lin Xuan's fingers were unharmed.

"It's pretty tough."

He spoke, and then pointed out, striking a swipe of knife intent into Mu Qinger's eyebrows.

Only then did he withdraw his finger: "Good Qing'er, comprehend this knife intent with your heart." "

Zhang Bo appeared at the door, looked in, and the old face blossomed: "Qing Yatou has finally broken through." "

"If this girl's heart is enough, she can gain some insights from your sword intention, and it will be of infinite use."

"Uncle Zhang, tell the servants of the family in the mansion, don't go near the practice garden."

"Good."

Zhang Bo nodded, carried the broom, and limped over.

Mu Qing'er's entry into the King Kong Realm was a matter of course, and before that, Lin Xuan specially asked her to suppress her cultivation and consolidate her foundation.

Otherwise, it would have broken the realm a long time ago, and now the accumulation is complete, and once you enter the King Kong realm, it is an extremely powerful existence.

Three days later

Mu Qing'er went out, although she collected her sword qi, her beautiful eyes were still fascinating.

"Sister Qing'er, your eyes are so scary."

Xiaopan'er just glanced at her, and felt her eyes tingle and tears flowed.

"Just broke through, some can't control the knife momentum in the body."

She looked slightly embarrassed.

It was mainly Lin Xuan's sword intent, which made her sword power skyrocket, breaking the shackles in one fell swoop and comprehending the sword momentum.

So much so that some cultivation behaviors that cannot control the skyrocketing.

After three days of retreat, the power of that sword intent did not dissipate much, and the remaining 693 were sealed by Lin Xuan in the spirit platform.

Just probing her mind into the spiritual platform day and night, comprehending the sword intent, and her sword path will be able to go a thousand miles in the future.

This sword intent is not inferior to the inheritance of a Dao Grand Master, and it is a priceless treasure.

Especially for the swordsman, he only needs to eat it thoroughly, and Mu Qing'er's worst achievement in the future will also be the Dao Grand Master.

"It'll be fine in a few days."

Lin Xuan chuckled.

"Thank you Gongzi."

Mu Qing was moved in his heart, but he didn't show it.

"Ahem, if you really want to thank me."

He rubbed his chin and laughed: "Another day, Ben Gongzi will personally design two sets of clothes for you." "

"Good."

Where can Mu Qinger not understand, in fact, Lin Xuan has already made two sets for her, don't be too embarrassed to wear that thing on her body.

Therefore, she has always hidden in the deepest part of the boudoir and never took it out unless she is alone with her son.

Pretty face slightly red, this look made Xiaopan'er curious: "What clothes?" Gongzi, do I have it. "

"Haha, all of them."

Lin Xuan pinched her face: "I'll wear it for you tonight." "

"Okay."

Looking at the excited little pan, Mu Qinger decided to go up and squat at the door of the room, those things, the little pan'er must look extremely good to wear.

"Sister Qing'er also broke through."

After the excitement, Xiao Pan'er was a little lost: "Now it's only that I haven't broken through the realm." "

"Your Heavenly Demon Skill, I really can't do anything."

Lin Xuan shook his head.

This is true, the Heavenly Demon Gong is an unpassed secret of the Yin Sect, and it cannot be practiced unless it is a Demon Gate Holy Daughter.

What's more, whether it was Lin Xuan or Mu Qing'er, they were both major in sword techniques and took a domineering and fierce path.

Even if he had the heart to point out the small plate, he really couldn't do anything.

"In the library, there are a lot of martial arts cheats that I have collected over the years, you can take a look at them when you have time."

He shrugged his shoulders.

In the blink of an eye, it was the evening, after eating the night, Lin Xuan was reading a book in the room, when suddenly a figure tiptoed open the door and came in through the gap.

Looking at the small plate that couldn't wait, Lin Xuan naturally wanted to satisfy her, and immediately took out several sets of chic custom-made styles.

This nizi's pretty face brushed with a layer of redness, but met Lin Xuan's expectant eyes.

She still twisted and pinched behind the screen, and after bathing, she did not dare to come out for a long time.

Long

Only then did he pluck up his courage, hit his bare feet, and carefully leaned out half of his body from behind the screen.

The graceful tulle long skirt looks very close-fitting, and with the increasingly plump figure of the small plate, it is really a personal stunner.

She was originally a little shy, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw her master's appearance of swallowing saliva, and she became bold.

Standing on tiptoe, dancing, the half-covered gauze skirt floating, accompanied by an intoxicating light fragrance.

"Giggle"

The little plate let out a crisp laugh.

"Ben Gongzi will give you good guidance on the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique."

Lin Xuan spoke.

After changing into special clothes, Xiaopan'er's Heavenly Demon Knife magic power skyrocketed, and he killed Lin Xuandi for two hours before he wanted to admit defeat and ask for mercy, and he wanted to take the knife into the sheath to counteract.

As a result, Lin Xuan's body only shook slightly, and he broke free from the scabbard, Xiaopan'er entered the white blade empty-handed, and a pair of white jade hands had the power to destroy and pull decay, but it was a pity that Lin Xuan's long knife was like a dragon, moving left and right, and suddenly retreating.

The strength in her body quickly disappeared, her forehead was covered with sweat, and when she saw that she was invincible, she threw herself forward, holding the two Yue in her hands, and closed them in the middle, in a vain attempt to subdue Lin Xuan's long knife.

The sword was strong, but her palm was sore, and the two Yue who were holding it trembled.

"Gongzi, I admit defeat."

Xiaopan'er's red lips opened slightly, sweaty, wet the fabric, Lin Xuan snorted coldly, both hands came out, palmed the mountain, pushed and pushed, Zhen's little pan'er's face turned pale, and his eyes widened.

I only feel my heart trembling and my brain blank.

"Gongzi's palm technique has become more and more arrogant."

At this time, the only thought in Xiaopan'er's mind was that his body stiffened, and the last trace of strength was exhausted, and he fell down.

In order to supervise Xiaopan'er's martial arts, for several days in a row, Lin Xuan would instruct her Heavenly Demon Sword Technique.

Xiaopan'er is also worthy of the Holy Daughter of the Demon Gate, and her progress is rapid, and she gradually fights back and forth with him.

However, Lin Xuan was still highly skilled, and after seven or eight days, Xiaopan'er was a little unbeatable, so he ran to the dungeon every day, hiding from his master in the name of practice.

Originally, it had been sunny for half a month, but in July, a continuous rain dispelled the heat of the Yan County.

A drizzle continued for two days and nights

In the gazebo

Lin Xuan was brewing tea and drinking, the cool breeze was blowing, accompanied by the strong fragrance of grass and trees, and there were melon and fruit snacks on the table.

"Gongzi, the Northern Liang Shizi has arrived at the Qingzhou realm."

Mu Qing'er came over, put down the information in her hand, and pursed her lips: "Do you want to send someone to intercept and kill." "

"No need."

He shook his head: "Not to mention that Lao Huang is next to him, don't you know what Xu Xiao is doing?" Back hand after set. "

"Besides, people who want to kill my little brother are everywhere in the world."

"What do you have to think about?"

With a casual glance at the intelligence, he threw it into the fire and turned it into ashes: "Naturally, someone will do it for us." "

"By the way, where did Xiaopan'er go, why didn't I see anyone for several days."

Lin Xuan asked.

Mu Qing'er glanced at her son without anger, and muttered, "It's not that I'm scared by you." "

"Ahem."

The tea in his mouth almost spewed out, and he made a straight face: "Hao Qing'er, can't you wronged me, is your son that kind of person?" "

"Yes."

Mu Qing'er nodded with incomparable determination in her eyes, she knew that every time she changed into those shameful clothes, her own son seemed to be extremely excited.

And with the posture of a small plate, after wearing those shameful clothes, it will definitely be more moving.

Mu Qing'er calculated in her heart, whether she should also try more.

Unexpectedly, her mind had been seen through by Lin Xuan, rubbed her hands, and said with a smile: "Good Qing'er, I still have a lot of them there, do you want to come tonight." "

"Think about it."

She wrinkled her nose and didn't immediately agree.

"Wang Fucheng said yesterday, he will bring some people here today, so that Gongzi can pass by you."

Mu Qing'er said: "It should arrive in the afternoon, Gongzi, you have to prepare in advance, you can't lose the majesty of the Zhenbei General." "

There is such a thing, they are all selected from the best among the warriors who came from all over the world. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

If he thinks he can, he can go down to the Zhenbei General's Mansion Yamen as an errand, or arrange an errand in the county capital Yamen. (bbej) Is there a list? "

He asked.

"Yes."

Mu Qing'er went to the study and took the list: "I have asked the secret spy to check the details of these people, and the net worth is innocent, it is unlikely to be a detailed work." "

She didn't say too much, because Mu Qing'er knew that there was a hidden power in her son's hands.

It must be the secret spy department to check once, and let Luo Net check again.

If it is not a detailed work now, it may not be a detailed work in the future.

Whether it is serving in the county government or the general's office, as long as they are not allowed to access the core secrets, it does not hurt to be detailed.

Lin Xuan looked carefully, on the list, there were about forty or fifty people, and the literati and martial artists accounted for half each.

The background of everyone's experience was extremely detailed, and there was a name in it that instantly caught his attention.

"Breaking the Army"

"Gongzi knows this person?"

Mu Qing'er spoke.

"I've heard of it."

He nodded slightly.

"The broken army is the only son of Jian Huigen, the sect master of the Sword Sect, and later the Sword Sect was frozen in ice for some reason, and the broken army wandered in the rivers and lakes."

Mu Qing'er said, "Although this person's cultivation is only in the King Kong Realm, his sword technique is very ruthless, and he is also quite fierce. "

"It doesn't matter if it's fierce."

Lin Xuan said, "But it depends on whether it is smooth or not, whether it is good or not." "

He didn't expect that the broken army would come to Yan County to join him.

I think it must have been when he snatched the ten thousand swords to return to the sect, and lost to that future martial arts myth.

In the afternoon, more than ten carriages stopped in front of the general mansion in the north of the town, and more than forty literati and wufu fished in, stepped into the general's mansion, and went straight to the listening garden.

Lin Xuan had been waiting early, hundreds of elite guards carrying cold knives and holding long guns.

"Meet the General."

Dozens of people stood in the hazy drizzle, bowing in unison, some apprehensive, some calm, some having never seen this battle, quite uneasy, and some untamed.

Among them, the most conspicuous is the broken army, wearing a coarse linen coat, carrying a long sword on his back, his face is indifferent, and his eyes are also cold.

"Let's all get up."

Lin Xuan sat with a golden knife, his gaze swept over these people, and finally stayed on the broken army for a moment.

He waved his hand.

"Thank you, General."

Fierce as a broken army, he did not dare to show a slight change in front of Lin Xuan, and this was an authentic killing god in front of him.

Jianghu vendetta, at most, slaughter the sect and destroy the faction, and Lin Xuan, led by thousands of troops, killed tens of thousands.

Not to mention that in those years of Northern Liang, the Northern Python barbarians who fought in the South and the Northern War were killed, let's say that in the year of Yan County.

Countless steppe people died at his hands.

"Zhu Duanhe."

Beside her, Mu Qing'er picked up the list, and the scribe who read the name stood up and clenched his fist slightly.

"I heard that you studied in the academy palace?"

Lin Xuan spoke.

"Hui Yu Great General, he spent five years in the Xue Palace in Xia."

Zhu Duanhe is neither humble nor promiscuous.

"What did you learn?"

He asked.

"The Art of War."

Zhu Duanhe replied.

Lin Xuan said, "You can march and set up formations, and you can raise food and grass logistics." "

"Yes."

Zhu Duanhe nodded.

"Do you think you can take this position as a soldier and horse division?"

Lin Xuan asked again.

"Yes."

Zhu Duanhe continued to nod.

"Ziyuan, do you think he can do it?"

He looked at Wang Qing beside him.

"Yes."

Wang Qing nodded.

"Good."

Lin Xuan looked at Zhu Duanhe: "Give you three months to come up with a combat deployment against the grassland tribe, is there a problem?" "

"No problem."

Zhu Duanhe is still light and breezy.

Others cast envious looks.

"Next, Zhuge Qing."

Mu Qing'er shouted.

The person who came stood up, about twenty years old, ordinary in appearance, not handsome, and even a little ugly.

The facial features are not correct.

"What does the general want to ask?"

Zhuge Qing bowed and clasped his fists and was polite.

Lin Xuan did not show the slightest impatience and disgust, but said, "What are you good at?" "

"Advise."

Zhuge Qing straightened his waist and looked calm.

"First serve as a staff member of the General's Office, with a three-month assessment period."

Lin Xuan spoke.

More than twenty scribes, none of them were defeated, after all, Wang Qing had screened them, and he was still relatively relieved.

If you can't get something during the assessment period, it's not too late to let them roll up and roll the lid hot.

"Break the army."

Mu Qing'er glanced at the list and called out the name of the broken army.

The broken army stood up and clasped his hands to his chest.

"Big plate."

Lin Xuan beckoned, and Dapan'er walked out, holding a sheathed Qingfeng ancient sword in his arms.

Pretty face indifferent.

"These wufu will be handed over to you."

He got up and yawned widely: "Who goes and who stays, you look at it." "

"No."

Da Pan'er descended the steps, and the broken army snorted coldly, looking unhappy, thinking that Lin Xuan looked down on him.

The other martial artists were also ugly.

But soon, they learned they were wrong, and they were wrong.

After three moves

The broken army of the King Kong Realm cultivation was knocked down by the long sword, and the cold frost sword was against his throat.

The danger of death shrouded the broken army, and he didn't even react.

"Barely."

Da Pan'er put away his long sword and said lightly: "What's your name?" "

"Break the army."

"You can be a guard."

Dapan'er looked at the other martial artists: "Let's go together, so as not to waste time." "

The remaining twenty or so martial artists looked at each other, and finally moved in unison, but in the hands of Dapan'er, they did not last a long time and lost.

In the end, including the broken army, seven warriors remained and served as guards in the Great General's Mansion.

Lin Xuan stepped into the backyard, and a figure walked out silently, kneeling on one knee.

"What's going on?"

He frowned.

Destroying God covered the wound and said in a deep voice: "We encountered a hard fork in the North Python, and Lord Zhengang asked me to come back and report the letter." "

"Who?"

"I don't know."

"It's a woman in white, her eyes are red and purple, her cultivation is really powerful, the six of us joined forces, and we were defeated after only ten moves." "

"Eyes are purple."

Lin Xuan said lightly: "You go down to heal your injuries first, I will go to find Zhengang them." "

"Thank you, my lord."

Destroy God and leave.

Lin Xuan entered the house, took the sheathed long knife on the wall, stepped out, his sleeve robe agitated, rode the wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.