Character plot experience system

Chapter 184, comprehension

"Hold back, teacher, don't cry!"

Seeing that Tang Zang's eyes were rosy and he looked like he was about to cry, the old beggar immediately reprimanded him.

"How did the teacher teach you!? A man is a man, you bleed but don't shed tears, have you forgotten? If you shed tears every now and then, is that still a man!? Don't cry, hold back for me!"

"Yes... yes, Master."

Tang Zang held back.

The old beggar continued: "After I die, simply bury me under this statue. Don't make a coffin for me. It's too stuffy. Just bury it casually. Come and see me as a teacher when you have time. That's enough." Yes, yes, you must bring wine."

"Master, disciple... will...." Tang Zang's voice was a little choked, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions.

The old beggar: "Go, call Xue Jian in, I have something to tell her, you are not allowed to eavesdrop."

"Yes, Master."

Tang Zang got up, walked out, called Tang Xuejian in, and walked more than ten meters away to wait.

Tang Xuejian returned to the ruined temple and sat next to the old beggar, with her elbows on her knees and her palms on her cheeks.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"Hehehe."

The old beggar laughed a few times, and said: "See you Xiaoxue, I wanted to tell you about this matter two years later, but I can't wait until then."

Tang Xue couldn't understand it, so she said, "Why can't you wait? Are you going to die? Look at you, I will believe you can live another 100 years."

The old beggar smiled and shook his head, and said: "Xue Jian, you must remember what I said today, keep it in your heart, and never forget it."

Tang Xuejian became more and more confused: "What's the matter? You speak so seriously."

The old beggar: "You are the body of a sacrificial vessel. Your talent in cultivation may be worse than ordinary people, because your function is... a sacrificial vessel. Using your sacrificial vessel can turn the weapon into a spirit, greatly increase the strength of the holder, and make the weapon pregnant." The spirit will not rot for a thousand years, and it will be passed on for thousands of years."

Tang Xuejian was confused: "What do you mean?"

Old beggar: "Do you remember your brother's weapon?"

Tang Xuejian nodded: "Of course I remember, my brother carries it on his back all day, it's hard to forget."

"The Yanyue knife is a semi-finished product. Although it is cold, it lacks spirituality. If it is used well, it will kill the enemy. If it is not used well, it will devour the Lord. And you are the key. As long as you sacrifice your blood and flesh to the knife, the knife can give birth to spirituality. The power has greatly increased."

As he spoke, the old beggar suddenly asked, "Are you willing to sacrifice your life for your brother?"

Tang Xuejian didn't even think about it, and said directly: "If there is no brother, there will be no Xuejian, and I will give my life for my brother, of course I am willing."

"Good good."

The old beggar smiled and continued: "Your brother is all about revenge, and six years have failed to erase the hatred in his heart. And his enemy is the Lord of the Nine Heavens, and his strength is not something that your brother can resist. If your brother doesn't The enemy is at stake, so you take the Yanyue Saber and jump into the sacrificial furnace together, and you can help your brother to turn defeat into victory."

Tang Xue understood what the old beggar said,
Just to tell her that Tang Zang wanted to avenge her parents wholeheartedly, which eventually led to the disaster of killing herself, and the key to Tang Zang's turn from danger to victory was her body. As long as she gave up her life and jumped into the furnace with the cold iron Yanyue knife Refining a peerless spiritual weapon.

The old beggar stretched out his hand and patted the ground: "The stove is just under the temple. You can see it by digging three feet into the ground. The fire in the stove will last ten years. You have to think about it carefully."

Tang Xuejian nodded heavily.

The old beggar was smiling, leaning his head against the statue, his hands lost support and fell to the ground. The temperature of his body dropped little by little, and his breathing became weaker and weaker until he could no longer feel his breath...

I really want to eat the lotus leaf chicken made by Tuer again...

"Old Immortal...Old Immortal..."

Tang Xuejian stretched out her hand to touch the old beggar, and it was cold to the touch.
She rushed out of the temple and shouted,

"elder brother!"

Tang Zang outside the temple heard Tang Xuejian's call, his heart skipped a beat, and he ran into the ruined temple immediately.

All I saw were old beggars who had already gone west.

His legs seemed to be tied with lead weights, and every step was very heavy,

Stopped before the old beggar, fell on his knees,

boom~
His forehead hit the ground with a "boom".

Tick ​​~

Tears dripped down the bridge of my nose,

The man also cried, but not to the point of sadness.

"Master...you have to go all the way."

Tang Xuejian stood quietly behind Tang Zang, silent.

Kneeling for a long time before the old beggar,
Tang Zang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up, and walked to the side of the old beggar's body.

"Master, the disciple has offended."

After all,

Tang Zang hugged the old beggar...

Bark~~ A sound of a sharp weapon being pulled out from the body,

tick tick tick ~

look down......

It was... a long sword, embedded in the statue, only the tip of the sword was exposed, and the tip of the sword was inserted right into the back of the old beggar.
The sound of tick-tock-tick was exactly the sound of blood dripping from the old beggar's back,
For a moment, Tang Zang finally understood why the master had been relying on the statue without moving,
Because the point of the sword had been inserted into the master's back, the master could not move. Once the point of the sword left the body, the master would die immediately.

The master endured it for six years, and the tip of the sword remained in his body for six years.

Until now, he couldn't hold on anymore, and Tang Zang found out after moving his body away.

Tang Zang laid the body flat on the ground, stretched out two fingers, and pulled out the sword inlaid in the statue, only to see the word "Heaven" on the hilt, before he could see it clearly,
Ka Ka Ka ~ ~

The sword was shattered into powder, and nothing could be seen.

Tang Zang squatted down: "Master, I will find the owner of this sword, you can go at ease."

Following the old beggar's instructions, Tang Zang removed the statue, dug a hole under the statue, and buried the old beggar under the statue.

After kowtowing a few times, he poured a glass of wine in front of the statue, and put the lotus leaf chicken he bought when he came back in front of the statue.

Tang Zang walked out of the ruined temple with a Yanyue knife in his hand, looked up at the moon in the night sky,

God, you took away my parents six years ago, and now I took away my master, why are you so...unfair to my brothers and sisters!
Unknowingly clenching the Yanyue Knife, a gleam of enlightenment surged into my heart, my body moved from my heart, and purple lightning emerged, entwining myself...

The crescent moon is as cold as frost,
Purple electricity is like thunder.

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Zheng!
I saw Tang Zang holding the cold iron Yanyue knife tightly in both hands, holding it high above his head,
"Zi Ting Half Moon Slash!"

drink!
With a deep shout, the Yanyue Knife fell with the sound, and the purple lightning wrapped around the blade, and the knife fell with a thunderous thunder, which was unstoppable.

boom! !

There was a loud noise, and dust flew up, blocking the line of sight...

When the dust clears,
In front of Tang Zang, there suddenly appeared a channel several meters deep and more than 100 meters long.

If he hadn't withdrawn his strength on purpose, he might split the forest in front of the ruined temple with a single blow.

This move was temporarily comprehended by him, and it endowed Zidian Martial Soul with such terrifying power.

Just ask the world, how many people can take his knife head-on.

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(End of this chapter)