I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Jianwu took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions.

In the square, a group of Shaolin disciples had stiff expressions and roared angrily, "Abbot, he killed Master Jian Xing, how can he let him go down the mountain?"

"Let him pay the debt with blood!"

"Let him pay the debt with blood!"

The crowd was commotion, and the shouts shook the palace.

Jianwu glanced at the angry disciples, with a cold expression, and shouted loudly, "You are the disciples of the Buddha, how can you want to kill? Seeing Xing's death, no wonder Li benefactor, get out of the way, send Li benefactor down the mountain!"

"Benefactor Li, please!"

Li Er didn't ridicule Jianwu, and said with a smile, "You are a smart person, I hope you will restrain your disciples in the future, and don't come to make trouble for Mr. Li. Of course, Mr. Li will not spread the Marrow Cleansing Sutra casually, so you can rest assured."

Seeing Wu's knuckles clenched tightly, he said in a deep voice, "Shaolin will definitely not provoke the benefactor in the future."

"So best!"

"Ah Jing, let's go."

Under the cannibalistic eyes of all the Shaolin disciples, Li Er led Zeng Jing down Shaoshi Mountain.

Lear believed that after this incident, Shaolin Temple would not think about recovering the Marrow Cleansing Sutra from him and crippling his entire skill.

Zeng Jing nodded, looked back at the temple on the mountainside, and asked, "Master, are these monks really monks? The Buddha is compassionate, and they have all the emotions and desires, and they don't look like monks at all."

Li Er laughed, "Ah Jing, they are human beings, not Buddhas. Not all monks are eminent monks, and not all monks have a compassionate heart."

Zeng Jing was silent.

Walking down the mountain, Zeng Jing suddenly said, "Master, I have a bad feeling."

Li Er didn't answer, but patted Zeng Jing's hand, forced a smile, "Ah Jing, don't think too much, don't you want to see the sea, let's go to see the sea."

The two descended the mountain and headed east.

Along the way, Li Er didn't practice martial arts, he put his mind on Zeng Jing and concentrated on traveling with her.

On Mount Shaoshi, seeing Wuchang kneeling in front of the Buddha's seat, he had already given up his position as abbot.

An insignificant Shaolin lay disciple defected from Shaolin and went to Wudang on the day Lear came down from the mountain.

In the rivers and lakes, a piece of news spread like crazy.

Li Er sword suppressed Shaolin and forced the ancestors of the Zen sect to bow their heads. This incident made the whole world stunned.

Since then, the reputation of Sword Demon Lear has reached a peak.

Some people say that the sword demon Lear's martial arts and swordsmanship has surpassed that of Sanfeng's ancestor, and he should be No. 1 in the new generation.

The news reached Wudang.

On the back mountain of Wudang, the old man laughed heartily after hearing the news.

Wuweizi was puzzled, and asked suspiciously, "Master, could it be that the martial arts of my younger brother really surpassed that of your old family?"

The old man smiled and said nothing.

Half a year later, when the reputation of the sword demon Lear was passed on by people, Lear was on the shore of the East China Sea.

The blue waves are rippling, and the sea and the sky meet.

Li Er stroked Zeng Jing's soft face, wiped away her tears, and said with a smile, "Lady, don't be sad, take care of yourself in the future. Maybe one day, my husband will come back again."

Lear felt a little distressed that the tears on Zeng Jing's face could not be wiped away.

At this moment, he seems to have a pursuit.

When he crosses the heavens and aspires to be supreme, he may be able to reverse time and space and come back to fetch Zeng Jing again.

In the distance, where the sea and the sky meet, the sun is shining brightly.

A simple and heavy stone door opened, exuding the vicissitudes of life.

This door seems to have existed for 10 years, or millions of years, tens of millions of years.

Suction came from Shimen, and Lear's body flew up uncontrollably, and threw towards Shimen.

With tears on her cheeks, Zeng Jing smiled and waved to Lear, "Master, I can't be by your side, you must take care of yourself, you know? You must take care of yourself, it's cold, you need to add clothes... ...."

Lear's figure threw himself into the stone gate, the sunlight disappeared, and the sky became calm again.

Looking at the place where Lear disappeared, Zeng Jing smiled with tears.

Time seemed to freeze, and Zeng Jing seemed to have turned into a stone.

On the outskirts of Yingtianfu, the bells of Yunhe Temple are melodious.

Ye Zhanqing, who was dressed in plain monk clothes and had a beautiful face, suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and the wooden fish was beating chaotically.

For no reason, Ye Zhanqing felt that she had lost something important forever.

Inspired by her heart, Ye Zhanqing ran out of the temple, and she seemed to see the shadow of that person.

With tears in her eyes, Ye Chanqing smiled and said, "Master, I'm hallucinating."

The monk Jian Chi squinted his eyes, turned around, and replied lazily, "The Buddha said, looking back 500 years in the previous life is only in exchange for this life passing by. Wisdom arises."

Ye Zhanqing clasped her hands together, with tears in her eyes, and she exuded the light of Buddha.

Wudang back mountain, sea of ​​clouds and cliffs.

The old man looked at the East China Sea, his eyes pierced thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and laughed loudly, "So that's how it is! That's how it is!"

"There are limits in the world, if you break the limit barrier, you will be able to ascend!"

"The old man saw the barrier between heaven and earth!"

The old man flew up and turned his hands over, stirring the sea of ​​clouds.

Later, there were rumors in the world that Zhang Zhenren had been involved in good fortune and ascended to the fairy world.

As for the sword demon Lear, it seems to be only a flash in the pan. As time goes by, there are only a few records except Wudang and Shaolin, and the world gradually forgets him.

It's just that on the shore of the East China Sea, there is a woman who comes to the beach for a walk every day, looking at the sky and muttering to herself.

At Yunhe Temple outside Yingtian Mansion, there is a nun who beats wooden fish every day to pray devoutly to the Buddha.

Chapter 30 A Sword Immortal Out of the East China Sea

There was Song Dynasty.

Taizu Zhao Kuangyin's mutiny at Chenqiao brought him a yellow robe.

Afterwards, Taizu drank wine to release his military power, weakened the power status of the generals group, and ruled the world together with literati and bureaucrats.

The Zhao Song Dynasty did not pay much attention to military equipment, and faced foreign invasions many times.

First there was Khitan, then Xixia, Jinren, and Mongolia.

The irony is that Zhao Song's official family didn't think about making progress, lingered in brothels, indulged in sensuality, faced with foreign invasion, and sought peace with land and indemnity, willing to settle down in a corner.

In the court hall, scholar-bureaucrats are promiscuous, prostitutes are common, drunk and dreamy.

The entire Zhao and Song courts, from the emperor to the officials, were indulging in false prosperity.

There were also military generals who fought hard to recover the rivers and mountains, but unfortunately they did not end well.

Since Yue Wumu and Xin Jiaxuan, Zhao Song has no generals who can turn the tide.

The 13th year of Duanping is the No. 13th year of Song Lizong Zhao Yun's reign.

East China Sea coast.

The old servant was stabbed several times, his flesh and blood rolled, and he guarded the young man tightly behind him.

The waves rolled over and beat the sand.

Blood dripped, soaking the yellow sand.

The old servant turned his head to look at the young man behind him, and then at the dozen or so Haisha faction thieves opposite, with a look of determination in his eyes.

"Master, this old servant is incompetent and cannot protect you well."

"When there will be a chaotic battle, the old servant will splash their blood even if they die! Young master, you run to Lin'an City and join Wen Lushan. For the sake of the general, he will keep you safe for the rest of your life."

The old servant's eyes were like knives, he tilted his long sword, and turned to look at the dozen or so members of the Haisha Sect.

The boy was twelve or thirteen years old, grabbed the corner of the old man's clothes, held a dagger, and said with firm eyes, "Grandpa Li, I will not leave you alone, we will die together!"

"Confused! You are the last blood of the general in this world. If you are dead, who will drive out the Tartars and restore the land?"

The boy shook his head and refused to leave.

On the opposite side, a burly man with a rough appearance walked out carrying a mace.

The man is well-known in the East China Sea.

He is the head of the Sea Sand Sect, Han Baidang!

Han Baidang came out, looked at the old and the young, and said earnestly, "None of you can run away. Hand over the Jiaxuan sword draft and let you live. I, Han Baidang, keep my word and will never go back on my word."

"Pooh!"

The old servant spat out thick phlegm, and said disdainfully, "Back then, I followed the general to fight on the battlefield, 50 people stormed the camp of the golden soldiers, and captured the traitor Zhang Anguo alive. The next sword draft?"

"The general is a hero, a certain family is a coward as the general's personal guard?"

"If you want the sword draft, you can't take it from a certain corpse!"

The old servant pushed the boy away and roared, "Master, run!"

After finishing speaking, the old servant held his sword in his back hand and rushed out towards more than a dozen Haisha faction gang members.

"Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink."

"kill!"

Han Baidang waved his hand, and a dozen gang members rushed towards the old man with their knives in hand.

The old man is very old, seven or eighty years old, and he is still brave.

It's a pity that the years have weakened his energy and blood, even if he is facing a dozen gangsters, he is still weak.

One stab, two stabs, the old man fell into a pool of blood.

Before he died, he recalled that year.

That year, with the blood in the setting sun, the general mobilized his troops on the battlefield, drew his bow like a thunderbolt, and his sword roared like a long dragon, leading fifty of his brothers into the Jinbing camp.

The old man lay in a pool of blood, with a smile on his mouth, and murmured, "Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of returning to the company of blowing horns. General, the old servant can't see the restoration of the rivers and mountains you hoped for! You didn't protect the young master. The general left his blood, it is the old servant who is ashamed of the general."

The waves are rolling, beating thousands of waves.

I don't know if it was a hallucination, but the old servant saw a figure in the air change from illusory to solid.

Fairy?

This was the old man's last thought.

The young man lay on the old man's warm corpse and shouted heart-rendingly, "Grandpa Li, don't die, don't leave me alone. What should I do if you die?"

"Grandpa Li, you haven't seen me inheriting my grandfather's last wish and regaining the rivers and mountains!"

The teenager cried and cried.

The waves are rolling, and the setting sun is like blood.

In the sky, the figure in white clothes gradually solidified, and a young man stepped out. The man looked as gentle as jade, holding a three-and-a-half-foot-long sword.

The voice of Haisha faction's minions trembled, and they shouted, "Master, there are immortals, there are immortals!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can there be a fairy in the world?"

Han Baidang raised his eyes, his expression suddenly stiffened.

The young man raised his head and watched the figure in white dart down from the air, he was stunned for a while.

On the surface of the sea, the fishermen stood blankly at the bow of the boat, dumbfounded for a while.

Lear landed on the beach, glanced at the young man, then at the Haisha faction, and was still a little dazed for a while.

This is his second time traveling.

I don't know what kind of world this is.