Video Martial Arts: Top Ten Masters at the Beginning

At this time, Shui Sheng has his own heart, and since he was young, he has never been short of food, so he doesn't care about treasures at all.

"Old Ji, do you have any ideas about the treasure?"

The ancestor of the blood knife has no other distractions. He has only two things in his life.

Martial arts, woman!
As for Di Yun, he only has his little junior sister in his heart.

The two become one, that's all.

"Cut, what do I want the treasure for? If I don't have any money, I'll steal it, rob it. Well, I'll go see if the Wan family is dead or not."

Shui Sheng pursed her mouth: "I want to go with you, too. I'm almost moldy after staying in the inn all day."

The ancestor of the blood knife stared

"Little girl, dare to negotiate terms with the ancestor? Is your butt itchy?"

"My ass is itchy—"

"Clap clap-"

The ancestor of the blood knife walked out of the inn, recalling the sensuality left in his hands, and cursed secretly: "This little girl is getting more and more presumptuous."

At this time, Jiangling City was crowded with people.

People from all walks of life gathered together, some with knives, sticks, swords, emei stabs, and all kinds of weapons.

This person is also tall, short, fat and thin, black and white.

Along the way, the bald head of the blood knife ancestor became the least conspicuous.

Standing at the gate of Wan's house, yesterday's scene of a rich family with flowers blooming like a piece of brocade was completely gone.

The tall gatehouse was half collapsed, and the whitewashed walls were blackened.

The courtyard wall was also burnt down.

Without entering the gate, you can see the scene in Wanjia's courtyard.

The ancestor of Xuedao knew that the Wan family was over.

Seeing him rising from a tall building, seeing him banqueting guests, seeing his building collapsed.

Outside Wan's house, a group of neighbors gathered.

These people are knocking melon seeds and eating candied haws, and you talk to each other.

"The Wan family has been defeated. I heard that there were many thieves last night who stole a lot of things in the dark."

"Stop talking, if I'm not timid, I'd like to go."

"How about we have a company tonight? The young lady of the Wan family heard that the water is alive, but I don't know if she was burned to death."

The blood knife patriarch touched his bald head, and spit out thick phlegm on the man's feet.

"Why are you so unhygienic?"

"Yeah, didn't you see this? You stained my shoes and lost money!"

Blood Knife Patriarch laughed
"You two? Want money? There are too many people here, it's inconvenient, let's go to that alley."

Both of them are local, so naturally they are not afraid of him.

It's also because the Blood Knife Patriarch merged with Di Yun, his originally fierce face became five points more simple and honest, like a country boy.

The three entered the alley.

"Take—the hero, spare your life!"

The ancestor of the blood knife hacked one to death with a single blow, and splashed blood on the second person's face.

The man fell to his knees without saying a word.

"Let me ask you, is Wan Zhenshan dead?"

That man was a coward, pouring out what he knew.

After he finished speaking, the knife flashed, and his head flew five or six meters away in a whirl.

Since these two people mentioned Qi Fang, the ancestor of Xuedao sentenced them to death.

"I'm a woman, you deserve it too!"

Tui!

However, these two people also provided a piece of useful information, Wan Zhenshan is not dead.

It is said that yesterday, when he heard about the treasure in the south of Jinling City, he left home and did not return overnight.

I'm afraid now, I don't know that my home is gone.

The blood knife patriarch found a coffin shop and found out where the prefect's lady was buried.

He accelerated his horse and came to the hill twenty miles east of Jiangling City.

Ling Shuanghua's tombstone stood alone, and the grave was even more empty.

The weeds on the grave are lush, at least three feet high.

It must have been unattended for a long time.

The Blood Knife Patriarch didn't waste any time and took off the hoe from his horse.

Start tomb raiding.

Do not!
dig graves.

The news of a great treasure appearing in the south of the city spreads all over the city.

Even the farmers around Jiangling City ran over.

Some of these people were watching the fun, and some were thinking of taking the opportunity to make a fortune.

So the hills to the east of the city were clean for a while.

When it was getting dark, the grave was finally dug open to reveal the coffin.

The ancestor of the blood knife didn't use his hands directly. In his memory, Ling Tuisi painted a layer of Jinbo Xunhua on the coffin, which was extremely poisonous.

"Damn, everyone says that the ancestor is a bad person, but I think these beasts in clothes are the bad people!"

Hua Tiegan, Wan Zhenshan, Ling Tuisi, which one is not a big shot?

Especially Ling Tuisi, who used his own daughter as a bait, and even made some dead ghosts to deceive Ding Dian.

This kind of person is actually the magistrate of Jingzhou.

If this kind of person becomes a magistrate, can the common people below have a good life?
Fortunately, I have been cut down by myself, and I can no longer cause harm to the world. In this way, if I eliminate harm for the people, wouldn't I be a very good person?
The Blood Knife Patriarch sighed, drew his knife in his hand, and pried open the coffin.

The coffin, which had been sealed for a long time, was poisonous. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the ancestor of the blood knife poked his head over.

"scare--"

Although I was mentally prepared, I was still taken aback!
I saw a rotting corpse lying in the coffin, with his hands raised high, like a zombie.

He has seen a lot of dead people, but he has never seen someone who can raise his hands high after death.

A terrible thought flashed in the blood knife patriarch's mind, could it be that Ling Shuanghua was buried alive?

He hurriedly lifted the lid to look at the back, only to see a black and red bloodstain on it

"Ding Lang, Ding Lang, in the next life, we will be husband and wife again."

Under this line, there are three rows of numbers, 51, 28, 33, nineteen, 67...

The Blood Knife Patriarch suddenly remembered that in Di Yun's memory, Ling Shuanghua had said that she would tell him the secret of Liancheng Jue who could bury her and Ding Dian together.

That explains it all.

Ling Tuisi used his daughter as a bait to spread the news of her death and lure Ding Dian to show up.

Fearing that Ding Dian would not be fooled, he made a fake show and sealed Ling Shuanghua alive in the coffin, and then coated the outside of the coffin with a layer of Jinbo Xunhua's poison.

With Ding Dian's death, the secrets of Shenzhao Jing and Liancheng Sword Art will be gone with him, and Ling Shuanghua will have no use value.

She was directly buried alive by Ling Tuisi.

After thinking about this, the ancestor of Xuedao felt a chill down his spine.

How vicious can a man be to bury his daughter alive?
What's more, this daughter is as gentle and virtuous as Ling Shuanghua.

"TNND, if I knew Ling Tuisi was such a snake-hearted person, I should have hacked him a few more times in the first place!"

Patriarch Xuedao wrote down the number of the coffin, then took out the small cloth bag containing Ding Dian's ashes from his arms, and carefully put it into the coffin.

"Ding Dian, Ling Shuanghua, my blood knife ancestor is not a good person, but that brat Di Yun's intentions have brought some benefits to the ancestor. Whether he is sincere or fake, the love between you is still worthy of the respect of the ancestors."

"In the end, it was Ling Tuisi who harmed you, and I avenged you too. I brought his head and buried it in front of your grave. If you have any grudges, you can blame him!"

The blood knife patriarch babbled and restored the tomb to its original state.

He urinated again where Ling Tuisi buried his head.

"Okay, I've made a wish."

A special feeling surged in the blood knife ancestor's heart, as if he had been satisfied.

He touched his bald head vigorously and cursed
"TNND, has it rained in the ancestor's eyes?"

The ancestor of Xuedao got on his horse and came to Jiangling City.

Back at the inn, he dug out the anthology of Tang poetry that he had brought from Ling Tuisi's house.

Compare the numbers in memory and look for them one by one.

"The Buddha statue in the main hall of Tianning Temple, south of Jiangling City, worships devoutly and psychically prays to the Tathagata for blessings and bliss."

Shui Sheng stood aside, resting her chin with one hand.

"Old Ji, what does this sentence mean? Is it for us to pray sincerely to the Tathagata Buddha for peace and blessings?"

The blood knife patriarch didn't speak, he threw the anthology aside.

"Let Xiao Er send two catties of stewed beef and a jug of good wine. The ancestor will make a big one tonight."

Shui Sheng twisted her slender waist and went down to make arrangements.

From Di Yun's memory, the ancestor of Xuedao knew that there was a big treasure buried here.

Since it is a treasure, the Blood Knife Patriarch naturally wants to intervene, maybe there will be something to gain.

After eating and drinking enough, the ancestor of Xue Dao relied on Shui Sheng's thigh to recharge his energy.

Two hours later, Yue went to the west building.

The Patriarch Xuedao got up, and Shui Sheng picked up the Qiushui Sword and followed him to Tianning Temple.

I don't know why, Shui Sheng is particularly keen on these sneaky things and knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

In the words of Shui Sheng, he was led to ruin by the blood knife ancestor.

The ancestor of Xuedao said that he will not take the blame.

The two of them did not ride horses, relying on their lightness skills, they traveled swiftly all the way.

Jiangling City suddenly had a group of people from the Jianghu, and it was not very peaceful.

In addition, the prefect of Jingzhou Prefecture was killed, and the patrols became more frequent.

Shui Sheng jumped onto a tall building, lacking in breath, stepped on the ground, and was about to fall.

The ancestor of Xuedao stretched out his hand and grabbed it lightly, and Shui Sheng's ponytail was caught by the ancestor.

A pair of yamen servants happened to pass by downstairs, Shui Sheng didn't dare to call out, his heart was pounding.

When the yamen servant walked away, Shui Sheng took a deep breath.

The Blood Knife Patriarch pinched her wrist: "Go back and practice hard. If there is another time, I won't save you."

Shui Sheng looked at the proud back of the Blood Knife Patriarch, and muttered

"Knife mouth tofu heart, so skillful at grabbing people's hair in bed."

In less than half an hour, the two rushed to the outside of Tianning Temple.

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, the shadows of the trees were whirling, and half of the ghosts could not be seen.

Tianning Temple is a deserted temple, and it seems that it has been abandoned in recent years.

Patriarch Xuedao thought to himself: It seems that the people in Jiangling City don't believe in Buddhism, otherwise, how could a good temple be ruined?

In fact, when the ancestor of the blood knife was trapped in the Daxue Mountain, Kangxi sent Wei Xiaobao to search around the temple.

Tianning Temple was originally very popular, but it was implicated because of the inventory video on the Supreme Martial Arts website.

It wasn't just Tianning Temple, the temples in the entire Kangxi jurisdiction were all looted.

Kangxi earned hundreds of millions of taels of silver on this item.

This is not counting some antiques, furniture, land property, and land deeds.

However, such atrocities have suffered the monks. The worst is the Shaolin Temple. All the monks were sent to Ninggu Pagoda and served as slaves to armored men.

Outside the temple, Shui Sheng was still considering whether to enter through the main entrance or climb over the wall.

The blood knife patriarch moved his ears and stopped her.

"There's someone in there!"

Shui Sheng only felt itchy ears and a strange feeling in his body.

After being developed by the blood knife ancestor, she became more and more sensitive.