Age of Heaven.

I have been practicing light exercises for more than seven days. I just don’t know what tonight? There is no calendar or solar term.

Qin Beiyang got along well with Fangzi, Zhongshan, Zhaolong, Marcos and other friends. Although he was eighteen years old, he was willing to be the king of children. During the break between class and practice, he took these boys and girls to play various games on the mountain.

His light skills are getting more and more sophisticated. He can leap as he wants, and he can fly up two or three feet and feel relaxed. He jumps down three or four-story buildings without any effort. He is probably in the thrilling process of falling on the cliff, he has received some blessing from Baihejun and learned how birds can control the air. Walking on the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain, he will no longer tremble in his calves.

The assassin said that the fourth level is weapons.

Meng Po first took out eighteen kinds of weapons, divided into nine long and nine short

Nine-long: spear, halberd, stick, shackle, fork, bore, hook, spear, ring.

Nine shorts: knife, sword, crutch, axe, whip, mace, hammer, rod, and pestle.

Schoolchildren choose the ones that are good at, but they must know how to use each one, and they belong to the basic skills category.

But Qin Beiyang only believed in his Tang sword. This was a gift from his father and a burial object from An Lushan’s tomb.

Meng Po carefully looked at the three-foot-long ring-headed knife and confirmed that it was a physical object of the Tang Dynasty. Generally, iron weapons were oxidized and rusted when they were buried in the soil. It was rare to see this kind of treasure knife that was still as sharp as a new one after another after 1,200 years.

She played a sword technique on the old man's beach. It is said that Qi Jiguang was creating it himself when he was fighting against the Japanese. Unexpectedly, the 80-year-old old lady made her feel like she was thrusting a thousand pounds. Finally, she split a huge granite stone without a rolling blade.

The old lady sternly said: "This Tang sword contains An Lushan's soul!"

Qin Beiyang certainly understood who An Lushan was: "It is said that all ancient swords and swords have souls, either the soul of the sword-casting master or the soul of the tomb owner who was once buried with him?"

"Yes, but you have to learn how to call and use the soul of the sword, and not be retaliated by the sword."

"Back off?"

"An Lushan is a beast that is raging and endangering China. The power on him is completely destructive. If you can't control this knife, you will be controlled by this Tang sword!"

Qin Beiyang heard this and felt a cold sweat: "How should I do it?"

"One is to practice qi, two is to use the thoughts in your heart, and three is to have a positive energy to suppress An Lushan's evil energy."

I studied the weapon level for seven more days. The "Celestial School" teaches real kung fu, and the moves are bloody and fatal. This is not the kind of flowery styling in the martial arts hall in Beijing that "kick the chin in front and the egg on the butt back".

In the next level, Meng Po gave each school child a new weapon, which turned out to be a dagger.

The ivory-handled dagger is inlaid with the mother-of-pearl pattern of "comet attacks the moon" nine years ago, the same weapon in the Tianjin German Concession extermination case.

Qin Beiyang resisted the impulse. He should have grabbed Meng Po on the spot and asked the source of the dagger. Is it the same group as the assassin who killed his adoptive parents? But he understood that with his own skills, he was no match for Meng Po at all, and instead hurt the innocent children around him. Moreover, Jiuse was not there, and without the help of the tomb-town beast, Qin Beiyang was still an ordinary person.

Seeing Fangzi and others start practicing dagger killing techniques and skillfully cutting the wooden man's throat, he felt aroused revenge rage in his heart.

Finally, the ivory-handled dagger was handed over to Qin Beiyang.

But he had another problem with one of his tendencies: "I hate daggers!"

"No one can skip this level."

"I'm sick"

Qin Beiyang pretended to be swaying, but he began to roll on the ground, trembling, cramps and foaming at the mouth, performing a little too much, not like swaying, but like epilepsy!

Fangzi, Zhongshan, Marcos, and Zhaolong all saw it, and the children laughed. Meng Po was about to teach these school children a lesson, but the sun was setting and it was time to go to bed.

"Tomorrow morning, keep practicing!"

After Meng Po said that, she flew into the top of the peak on the east side, leaving behind Qin Beiyang with his eyes full of fierce light.

That night, the school children fell asleep in the smell of ambergris. Only Qin Beiyang deliberately held his breath and breathed slowly from the corners of his mouth to stay awake.

He quietly took out the house, with a three-foot Tang sword inserted behind him, and returned to the moonlight of the heavenly kingdom.

You can't turn on the lights. Even the lights as big as beans on the dark mountains may be discovered. Fortunately, the moonlight is bright and it shines brightly on the mountains. He has lived in the "Heaven Kingdom" for a month, and every time he goes, he keeps the characteristics of the terrain in his heart.

This is a mountaintop platform, sandwiched between the two peaks, with cracked cliffs on the edges. But he didn't believe there was no way out, otherwise how did he get up? He found that behind the peak on the west side, there was a path that he had never passed through, but had seen from a distance.

The old man reflected the moon shadow in the deep pool of the sea, but he pointed out a clear road for him and became a reference for coordinates. Qin Beiyang came to the trail behind the mountain and stepped down the stone steps, which could only accommodate one person through. On one side was a steep mountain wall and abyss on the other side. Walking this path at night was like suicide. The moonlight was blocked by the peaks and there was nothing to see. If the steps ahead broke or turned, they would fall to Hell Valley and could not expect Baihe to save him for the second time.

Sure enough, he stepped on the front foot and fortunately his body was in balance, otherwise he would be done with the back foot. Qin Beiyang squatted down, his eyes staring like cat eyes, slowly adapting to the dark environment. After all, there are always stars in the open air.

At this point, there is a mountain opposite the winding mountain path, with a suspension bridge hanging in the air, and people travel to the top of the mountain.

As long as the suspension bridge is not put down, it is an isolated island, and there is no possibility of escape unless it is winged.

Suddenly, he patted his back with one hand. Qin Beiyang was so shocked that he almost fell off the cliff, but was hugged by someone. When he turned around, he saw a hideous grimace and his heart suddenly contracted.

"Don't be afraid!"

The voice was very young, and Qin Beiyang recognized this as Professor of Ghost Mask and the second teacher of the "Celestial Academy".

Qin Beiyang had just stood firm and wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness to pull out the Tang sword behind him and chop off the head of the ghost mask with one knife, but the other party firmly clamped his wrist and could not move immediately.

"You want to kill me?"

"I'm sorry, I..."

He made up his mind and found out that he would definitely die.

"No matter whether you live or die, no one can escape from heaven, unless you graduate from school!" The ghost mask controlled Qin Beiyang from behind and held his life in his palms. "I heard from Meng Po that you have made great progress in learning assassin's way."

"But I hate all assassination."

"You will definitely not hate the underground palace."

Qin Beiyang remembered what he said in class: "Door of the Underground?"

"According to the truth, the students in the Kingdom of Heaven should first learn the assassin's way and then learn the underground palace. Since we are destined to meet here tonight, and you want to cut off my head, why not take you to the underground palace first."

"The Kingdom of Heaven and the Underground Palace?"

The ghost mask lit up a lantern and pointed to the top of his head: "In the sky!"

A rope seemed to hang down from the starry sky and just fell to them. The ghost mask tied the rope around Qin Beiyang's waist, and he grabbed the rope tightly, making a long roar to the sky, and the rope rose automatically.

Standing on the wall, Qin Beiyang and the ghost mask were almost facing each other, just like taking an elevator, as if they were flying up and up. It seemed as if all the stars and moons were falling, and the strong wind was sending him off, and he could almost touch God's chin.

At the end of the rope, a cave was exposed on the stone wall, which looked like a cave for practitioners.

The ghost mask pulled Qin Beiyang into it and realized that the cave was deep and long, and it really felt like a cemetery and palace. The ghost mask was carrying a lantern in front of it, like a tomb robber.

"Whose tomb is this?"

"Tomb of the Kingdom of Heaven."

The ghost mask only answered one sentence, and facing it was a tomb door. Two white marble doors, carved cranes flying into the mountains, the sun and the moon sank into the sea of ​​clouds, which was the wonder of the top of the mountain in the Heavenly Kingdom. Qin Beiyang used the craftsmanship of the tombsman tribe to easily open the door.
Chapter completed!