My enemies became my companions

Chapter 288: The Sword of Heart, Qin Qingluo (Three-in-one extra chapter)

As soon as he drew back the curtain and entered the room, the first person Chen Yi saw was not Qin Qingluo, but Zhu E.

The woman in red seemed to have known of his arrival a long time ago, and she hurriedly stood up and came to greet him.

She didn't care whether Min Ning was present or not. When Chen Yi stretched out his hand, she directly held it with both hands. She looked a little too docile, but it was also because of this that Zhu E was Zhu E.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Min Ning still felt uncomfortable when he saw this scene.

But now that she was in someone else's territory, she had no choice but to swallow her anger.

"You're here." Zhu E called softly.

Chen Yi smiled gently, and then asked: "Where is she?"

"Inside," Zhu E paused and whispered, "She doesn't want to see you."

Chen Yi did not feel disappointed about this. Rather, it was within his expectations. Rather than saying it was a surprise, it would be more accurate to say that the real surprise was that she wanted to see him.

Looking at Zhu E, Chen Yi asked with a smile: "What if I want to see her?"

The woman in red whispered, "Then Zhu'e can't stop you. She is inside."

After saying that, Zhu E chanted something and blew a breath towards Chen Yi.

In this way, Chen Yi will not be affected by her illusion.

Chen Yi gently hugged Zhu E and asked her to entertain Min Ning here, while he took a spear from the weapon rack beside him, opened the curtain, and walked towards the depths of the tent.

This huge tent was divided into several areas with curtains and screens for different functions. Layer upon layer of curtains were lifted, and Chen Yi walked deeper with a gun in hand, and finally saw Qin Qingluo.

She sat on a chair, stroking a spear, still wearing heavy armor, her eyes slightly tilted, her eyes took in Chen Yi, then curled her lips and sneered:

"You're here again."

Chen Yi said calmly: "This is the last time we will meet. It seems very rude if we don't meet again."

He looked Qin Qingluo up and down and could still see the golden hairpin at the base of her ponytail.

Qin Qingluo seemed to be aware of his gaze, but he continued to stroke the spear calmly, but his fingertips unconsciously touched the tip of the spear.

Chen Yi pulled out a chair and sat down as well. He wanted to say something, but he didn't want to say anything.

The two were speechless for a moment.

It was right to say nothing. The revenge for having his gun broken, the hatred for having his wife taken away, and even the life-saving grace of Jin Ya Pavilion, all ended with humiliation.

The oil lamp flickered in the tent, and the boundary between light and darkness became blurred. Chen Yi stared at Qin Qingluo, but the latter did not glance sideways, but slowly stroked his spear.

After a long time, Chen Yi finally moved.

He stood up.

The female prince sneered and asked, "Have you seen enough?"

"Enough of watching, time to practice shooting."

Qin Qingluo narrowed his snake pupils slightly, put down the gun in his hand, and sneered: "Bitch, cherish this last time."

She stood up slowly, without any resistance, and instead pulled the ropes on her armor boldly.

"I meant it literally. Practicing with a spear." Chen Yi waved the spear in his hand towards Qin Qingluo, who was a whole head taller than him. "You watched that competition, so you should have some feelings, right?"

The handsome man fell silent, his eyes filled with hesitation.

Chen Yi said calmly: "Don't worry, it's just shooting practice."

The female prince smiled lightly at this time, without making any comment. The hesitation and vigilance were gone on her face. She casually pulled off a dark-colored dress from the rack. It was embroidered with a four-clawed black python. It looked like a python robe but not a python robe, like casual clothes but not casual clothes, somewhere in between the two. After she put it on and raised her spear, the aura of a king of a different surname was clearly visible.

With his back to him, Qin Qingluo asked calmly, "Where are you going?"

Chen Yi asked back: "Where do you want to kill me?"

"A place where Aunt Zhu can't see." Qin Qingluo spoke without any scruples.

She never concealed her murderous intention in front of Chen Yi.

Chen Yi made a "please" gesture.

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Outside the military camp, there was a bamboo sea. After leaving the camp, the two men stepped into the bamboo sea.

On the mountain path, the tall woman walked in front, and Chen Yi followed behind her. It was winter, and although the bamboos were slightly yellow, the entire bamboo sea was still lush and green.

Passing through the interlaced shadows of bamboos, Chen Yi could faintly hear the sound of water. At first it was a rushing sound, but as they went deeper and went up step by step, it turned into the rumbling sound of a waterfall crashing into the lake.

After pushing aside the bamboo leaves in front of him, Chen Yi saw Qin Qingluo listening, and in front of him was a lake. A waterfall poured down from a high place like the Milky Way, and bursts of water vapor filled the air.

The tall woman slowly turned around and stared at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi said calmly, "I sent Li Wenhu here today. This old man is quite interesting. He said that I have a good temperament and am suitable for practicing spear. Of course, he also praised you, saying that you have excellent physique, but I don't know your temperament. But I think your temperament may not be as suitable as mine."

Qin Qingluo seemed unmoved and said, "No need to provoke me."

Chen Yi turned his head and looked at the falling waterfall. The sound of rushing water was endless, but his mood was unusually calm.

Min Ning didn’t know what he wanted to do, Qin Qingluo didn’t know what he wanted to do, and he himself...actually he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do either.

After watching Li Wenhu's martial arts competition and seeing the old man personally announce that a martial art was lost, Chen Yi suddenly felt something.

Now coming here with Qin Qingluo, Chen Yi stared at the tall woman. After a while, he stuck the spear in his hand to the ground.

Then, he untied the Embroidered Spring Knife at his waist and threw it over without thinking.

Qin Qingluo raised his hand to catch the knife.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"First let's compare swords and spears, then we'll compare guns." Chen Yi responded calmly.

The female prince did not refuse, but just put down her spear and pulled out the embroidered spring knife from its sheath. In the dim light of sunset, the arc was stunning and the cold light was like gold.

The bamboo leaves are fluttering in disarray.

Chen Yi also took the sword.

There was no nonsense between the two of them.

The knife comes out, and the sword also comes out.

First, Qin Qingluo suddenly appeared in front of Chen Yi. She twisted her wrist and held the knife with her left hand. The knife light rolled up water vapor, like a wide white tide covering the face.

Chen Yi cut the Bai Chao with one sword.

The sword arrived first, and the sword shadow followed closely behind. The swords and swords collided and shook continuously. The huge recoil force made Qin Qingluo's wrist shake violently.

She then held the knife with both hands, her energy rising, and she pushed forward to resist Chen Yi's sword. Then she pressed the knife down, and with great force, she pressed Chen Yi's sword under the knife. With an extremely strange trajectory, she lifted it up, pushed it away, and Kang Jian was about to pierce Chen Yi's throat.

The cold light was sharp, and Chen Yi took a step back expressionlessly. After dodging the knife, he twisted his wrist and caught Qin Qingluo's knife.

Chen Yi's gestures were as stubborn as a poisonous snake. Qin Qingluo tried to draw her knife, but Chen Yi took a step forward instead. He was not in a hurry to break Qin Qingluo's stance, but continued to stick to Qin Qingluo's knife, approaching her step by step.

The sword force was getting tighter and tighter, and Qin Qingluo found himself trapped in a small space. He tried to struggle to break free, but Chen Yi's sword would not let go. Finally, after circle after circle of entanglement, Chen Yi had already stuck in front of Qin Qingluo.

"you lose."

Chen Yi said slowly.

Qin Qingluo stopped, his eyes were uncertain, but he finally smiled and said:

"Yes, I lost."

Chen Yi slowly put away his sword and turned around.

Qin Qingluo stared closely at his every move and raised the knife in his hand slightly, as if he was going to cut off his head with one blow.

The cold light refracted at dusk and spread into the lake.

Choking——

The blade returned to the scabbard with a murderous aura.

When Chen Yi turned around at this time, he saw Qin Qingluo throwing the sword casually and rushing towards him without any distractions.

Raising his hand to take Wu Za Nian, Chen Yi tied it around his waist.

“I’ve practiced swordplay before.”

Qin Qingluo narrowed his eyes and said with some nostalgia,

"After three years of practice, my swordsmanship has reached a high level." "Why don't you continue practicing? If you continue practicing, you will definitely become a master." Chen Yi said.

They had discussed martial arts before, and at that time, Chen Yi saw that she was at a loss as to what to do and seemed more suitable for practicing swords.

Qin Qingluo shook his head and said:

"I couldn't find a master at that time, and there was no one to teach me."

Chen Yi tilted his head and looked at her and said:
"So, you switch to shooting."

"That's right. Years of swords, months of sticks, lifetime of guns. Gun skills are always the most difficult and the most exhausting."

Qin Qingluo looked sideways into the distance.
"I followed my mother back to the Zhu family, and that's where I came into contact with the Zhu family spear."

Chen Yi had also heard of the name Nanwei Zhu family. Even if ordinary people had never heard of Nanwei Zhu family, they must have heard of the name of Zhu Diji, the previous generation's spear leader.

After a battle of swords and knives, the two of them actually had a rare moment of peaceful communication during their spare time.

The rustling shadows of the bamboos were intertwined with the sound of the waterfalls, and seemed to be mixed with the sounds of gongs and drums. Chen Yi turned around and saw a funeral procession in the distance.

As the armor swayed, a group of soldiers carried the coffin, and Li Wenhu followed closely behind the coffin with a broken gun in his hand. He was too far away, and one could only imagine the expression on his face, whether he was crying or laughing.

When Chen Yi came to his senses, Qin Qingluo had already picked up the spear.

Chen Yi looked at her, but did not rush to pick up the gun. Instead, he said:
“It hasn’t been too long since I entered the fourth rank, but the competition with Li Wenhu gave me a vague sense of the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void.”

In the twilight of the Saṃsāra world, the face of the female prince darkened, and she said:
"Okay, very good."

"Li Wenhu has no children. The only descendant he has is a disciple. But the two of them want to kill each other, and in the end... a martial art was cut off in front of you. At this moment, did you feel that he was pushed into a state of nothingness, where a person's life loses its meaning?"

Chen Yi himself had no idea what he was talking about, he just spoke from his heart and expressed his feelings at that moment.

Qin Qingluo listened silently, holding the gun barrel in his hand, motionless.

After a long time, she said slowly:
"I've heard people talk about that realm. What you said is about the same as that time. It seems that in two or three years, you will be able to enter the third level."

At the end of his words, Qin Qingluo's eyes had already narrowed, and in the sound of the waterfall, there was an indescribable despair.

Chen Yi looked at her and asked:
"Come on, do you want to try out my new understanding?"

"I really am your whetstone." Qin Qingluo laughed at himself.

Then, she raised the gun from the bottom with both hands, gripped the middle of the gun shaft, and pointed the cold tip of the gun directly at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi also raised his gun. He held the gun in his hand, pushed it horizontally for a while, and then shook it, pointing it straight at Qin Qingluo.

Yingwu's brows were slightly wrinkled, and Qin Qingluo saw that the posture clearly had some resemblance to the Tiger-Slaying Spear.

Logically speaking, this should be his first time holding a gun...

"Come." Chen Yi shouted.

Qin Qingluo was not polite at all. She pulled the gun back and strode forward. Her body was as big as a mountain. Every step she took caused the sand and gravel to shake up. The smoke and dust mixed with the water vapor and were then dispersed by the big gun!
The spear swept towards Chen Yi with great momentum.

Chen Yi raised his gun and took a step back, narrowly dodging a bullet. Then he slightly tilted his body to adjust the distance between them, and then used both hands to thrust forward fiercely, with a sound of breaking through the air.

Qin Qingluo seemed to have expected this. Facing the spear that was coming straight at him, he neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, he thrust his spear downwards and instantly reached under Chen Yi's spear. Then he lifted it up, and like using only four ounces to pull a heavy object, Chen Yi's spear, which was as loud as a crane's cry, was easily defused.

Qin Qingluo seized this opportunity, and while shaking off Chen Yi's spear, he smashed it, creating air waves all around and pushing away the lingering water vapor.

The gun smashed like the moon.

Chen Yi raised his gun and the tip of the gun hit the middle of his gun. The violent impact caused his knuckles to burst and bleed.

Years of using swords, months of using sticks, and a lifetime of using guns, it seems that Chen Yi's gun is no match for Qin Qingluo's.

As the bamboo leaves fluttered, Chen Yi suddenly retreated, and Qin Qingluo took advantage of the situation to chase him. His spear shot out like a dragon, and every shot was a killing move.

However, an extremely surprising scene happened.

At first, Chen Yi was fighting and blocking, exhaustedly dealing with Qin Qingluo's gun shadows that were like a rain of pear blossoms. But as time went on, his movements became more and more organized and more and more comprehensive, while Qin Qingluo, who originally had the advantage, became more and more anxious.

Finally, one of Qin Qingluo's spear thrusts landed in the air, and the wind from the spear swept past and crushed the falling bamboo leaves, but it could only crush the leaves.

boom!
Chen Yi's figure turned sideways, and the spear head swept across and hit the middle of Qin Qingluo's spear, which was the most difficult part to stress.

The violent recoil hit the gun, causing Qin Qingluo's tall body to sway back two steps.

Chen Yi immediately put away the gun, stopped and shook the gun, then suddenly pointed the gun straight at Qin Qingluo's face!
At this moment, Qin Qingluo's mind was almost blank.

And her body, it seemed not to belong to her, seemed to be moving on its own.

When she came to her senses,
Then he saw blood gushing out and splashing on his face.

Qin Qingluo squatted slightly and bent his body backward, and the spear in his hand pierced straight into Chen Yi's shoulder. Blood flowed out from the muzzle and wet Chen Yi's clothes.

Without even realizing it, she fired the best shot of her life.

Before Qin Qingluo could react, he shot his enemy to death.

Chen Yi had already stepped back a few steps, opened his lips, and spit blood from his teeth: "I lost."

Qin Qingluo came back to his senses, steadied his trembling spear, raised his eyes and asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"

"No." Chen Yi shook his head. "At that time, I had already entered a state of selflessness. In addition, you have an Inch of Glazed Light, so you will not die at all. Why would I deliberately lose to you?"

Qin Qingluo was suddenly speechless. She vaguely grasped something but it was difficult to describe.

It is as if that thing cannot be described, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, just like nothingness.

Refining the spirit and returning to emptiness?

Qin Qingluo was slightly stunned.

At this time, Chen Yi looked at her and asked:
"What exactly are you trying to achieve by practicing spear? To be the best in the world, to achieve hegemony, or for your family?"

Qin Qingluo was confused when she heard this. She wondered what the purpose of practicing spear was. In fact, she had never thought about it carefully. It was just that she had been in the midst of so many sword fights since she was a child. If she didn't practice spear, she couldn't survive. If she didn't practice spear, she would die, and Zhu E would die too.

After a long while, she said neither deliberately nor casually, "I want peace of mind."

Chen Yi casually touched the smell of blood, grabbed a flying bamboo leaf, stopped the bleeding, and continued to look into the distance.

On the distant foothills, the soldiers pushed away the accumulated soil, revealing a grave that had been dug long ago, and the cold wind was blowing.

Li Wenhu watched quietly as Hu Youxing's coffin was slowly lowered, his back looking particularly thin in the mountains.

Qin Qingluo also followed his gaze and looked into the distance.

At this time, Chen Yi's question came to my ears: "Refine the spirit and return to emptiness, what is the spirit?"

"Someone told me that Wu Yi is God."

"So what do you think?"

Qin Qingluo hesitated for a moment and then said, "When your heart is at peace, you are a god."

Chen Yi didn't look at her, but looked down at the gun in his hand and asked:
"Were you at peace when that gunshot came at you?"

Qin Qingluo watched the coffin sink into the soil and said, "I feel uneasy."

As she said this, the winter bamboo leaves could not withstand the cold wind and fell one after another, lost in the sound of the waterfall. At this time, an old man was also burying his apprentice.

The old man stood in front of the coffin for a long time, motionless, and no one could see his sorrow or joy. Finally, he suddenly threw the broken gun in his hand, turned around, and silently disappeared among the mountains and forests.

"Are you at ease?" Chen Yi asked again.

"I feel uneasy." Qin Qingluo hesitated and shook his head again.

Chen Yi then said, "Then you will feel at ease."

Qin Qingluo was puzzled at first, but then she seemed to sense something. The mountain breeze blew over with bamboo leaves, and she suddenly realized.

Refine the spirit and return it to nothingness, and return the spirit to nothingness.

And her "peace of mind" is her God.

Because she was uneasy, she felt at ease.

Qin Qingluo stood by the lake, and in just a moment, he seemed to be in another world.

She looked around and could no longer see Chen Yi. She stood alone in front of the waterfall, in the heavy dusk, savoring what the man had said about refining the spirit and returning to emptiness.

Convey the mind through the sword.

He taught Qin Qingluo exactly what Min Ning had taught him.

Three-in-one update. I've been typing too much recently, so there's only one update today. I need to take a break.

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