The heavens start from Maoshan

Listen to the discussions of the people around you.

Zhang Heng ate the buns without paying attention.

Although the Nine-tailed Demon King ran away from him, he was also injured by Tianlei.

Lei is the nemesis of monsters and ghosts. With this injury, it may be difficult for him to come out to cause trouble in a short time.

"The bearded man is coming, the bearded man is coming!"

Zhang Heng was thinking.

Suddenly, I saw chaos on the street, and pedestrians and traders were avoiding something.

"Big beard?"

Zhang Heng looked into the distance.

In sight, on the other side of the street, there is a bearded knight, carrying a sword box and a big bow, walking in the dust.

"Guest officer, don't look at it, this bearded man is crazy all day long, either catching ghosts and demons, or chasing and killing Jiangyang robbers. He has a very evil spirit, and ordinary people will be unlucky for three days if they talk to him."

The shop waiter stepped forward to advise Zhang Heng.

"Three days of bad luck?"

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "I think you are too afraid of him, copying what others say, always adding some bad things that happened around him to him, but in fact, the evil spirit on him is condensed and does not dissipate, it will not affect you. "

"Xiaoer, serve a basket of buns, a plate of beef, and a jug of wine."

was talking.

The bearded man walked into the inn, his eyes swept across the crowd.

When he saw Zhang Heng, the bearded man didn't react, but when he saw the Taiping Sword on the table, his eyes lit up, then he closed his eyes suddenly, and couldn't help taking a half step back: "What a powerful sword, what a sharp sword energy !"

Zhang Heng looked into the eyes of the bearded man.

The bearded man's eyes were shining brightly. If he didn't have spiritual eyes, then he had reached the point where his eyes were always open.

The latter is more likely.

Zhang Heng had seen in the Maoshan Chronicles that some Maoshan ancestors who were dedicated to fighting had the ability to keep their eyes open for many years.

Zhang Heng can't do this yet.

Because the Fayan has been used for a long time, the eyes will become dry and teary. Generally, they are opened when they are in use and closed when they are not in use.

So from these eyes, Zhang Heng knew that the bearded man was like a veteran of the battlefield, his spirit was always tense, and he was ready to fight at any time.

"Young man, what is your sword called?"

The bearded man came straight to Zhang Heng.

"Peace!"

Zhang Heng glanced at the Taiping Sword, and then at the sword case on the bearded man's back: "Hero, where is your sword?"

"Xuanyuan!"

The bearded man sat opposite Zhang Heng, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Heng's sword: "Taiping, Taiping, what a good name! Unfortunately, people's hearts are not peaceful. How can there be peace in this world?"

"If people's hearts are not peaceful, they will be cut with a single sword."

"The world is not fair, and it can be broken with a single sword."

Zhang Heng stroked the Taiping Sword: "This is a sword that represents hope. Of course, your sword is also very good, Xuanyuan. I wonder if it is different from the Xuanyuan Sword I imagined?"

The bearded man shook his head: "This is an imitation. The ancient sages imitated the Xuanyuan Sword. It is a weapon for humane killing, not the sword of the Emperor."

"You are too modest."

"Imitations also come in different grades. The ancient sages imitated the Emperor's Sword. This imitation may have some charm."

"Although it is not the real Xuanyuan Sword, it is still a first-class divine sword in comparison."

squeak!

Squeak! !

Zhang Heng glanced at the Taiping Sword that was automatically unsheathed and returned to its sheath, and said with a smile: "Look, my Taiping Sword has felt the edge of the divine sword, and I am eager to try it."

The bearded man is also a sword lover. After seeing the performance of the Taiping Sword, he smiled and said, "My name is Yan Chixia, what's your name, little brother?"

Zhang Heng stood up and cupped his fists: "Junior Zhang Heng!"

"Zhang Heng!"

Yan Chixia read a few sentences, and Zhang Heng was dumbfounded by the next sentence: "I have a sword formula, which is best at killing and cutting. Do you want to learn it?"

Chapter 173: Uncle Yan Chixia

Sword tactics?

Want to learn?

Who wouldn't?

Zhang Heng was born in the Sanshan Talisman Sect, which is good at Talismans and spells.

Although there is also swordsmanship, compared with Wudang Mountain and Quanzhen Taoism, this kind of sect that is dominated by swords is far inferior.

Yan Chixia's Xuanyuan Sword was imitated by the ancient sages from the Human Emperor's Sword, and the Xuanyuan Sword Art on it is probably inherited from the Human Emperor.

If you have the opportunity to learn, if you don't learn, your head must be kicked by a donkey.

"Senior, I am willing."

Zhang Heng first gave affirmation, and then asked a little puzzled: "Sword tactics are the foundation of sword cultivation, senior, you and I just met today, one has no relatives, the other has no reason, no relatives and no reason, why did you teach me, and why did you teach me?" Isn't it someone else?"

In Zhang Heng's mind, if he wants to learn Xuanyuan Sword Art, he must go through many tests.

Just like the Han Zhongli ten test Lu Dongbin.

After confirming Lu Dongbin's mind, disposition, and comprehension, he was willing to teach the Dharma after he persisted.

Otherwise, it's like Mr. Da Mao and Mr. Ersan Mao.

They are brothers, and Mr. Damao obtained the Fa, benefited his relatives, and helped the two brothers to become immortals. This is also reasonable, and no one can argue with it.

But he and Yan Chixia just met.

To say that the two are related, look at Yan Chixia's big beard, and look at herself with a handsome face.

Zhang Heng asked himself, no matter how he looked at it, this didn't look like his own uncle.

"Hahaha!"

Yan Chixia laughed loudly: "I am who I am, I can do whatever I want, why should the world restrict me?"

"This..."

Zhang Heng thought for a moment.

Yan Chixia is heroic and has the demeanor of a hero, there is really no way to restrain him with the worldly methods.

Moreover, Yan Chixia is not a member of the sect. His sword art was acquired by chance when he was young. As long as he wants to teach, let alone teach one, he doesn't need to explain to anyone if he teaches a hundred.

Unlike Zhang Heng, his supernatural powers and talisman spells are the root of the three mountains and inherited from the sect.

Unless you accept apprentices, you cannot hand them over to others casually.

"Don't think too much, although I didn't test your heart like Han Zhongli tested Lu Dongbin, but I am a person who loves swords and understands swords. Your divine sword is called Taiping, and it is a sword of hope."

"The Excalibur called Taiping can recognize you, so why should I doubt your heart and character?"

Yan Chixia stroked her beard: "People understand swords, swords understand people, I don't understand you, but it is enough if it understands, I believe it."

Zheng! !

The sword has a spirit.

The Taiping sword automatically unsheathed, standing in front of Zhang Heng and humming.

Zhang Heng touched the Taiping Sword, a little bit dumbfounded.

I didn't expect that one day, I would be able to enjoy the light of a sword. Of course, this is also related to Yan Chixia's free and easy personality, not limited to actions.

Change to those who keep their own secret skills with their apprentices, if they want to learn it, in the next life.

"Xiao Er, bring me my wine storage, and serve all kinds of delicious dishes."

Zhang Heng was delighted, and pulled Yan Chixia to push a cup to change.

As the chat started, Zhang Heng started talking about himself, talking about Cui Hongjian, a scholar, and the matter of killing the goat spirit, thus attracting the Nine-Tailed Demon King.

I heard that Zhang Heng beat the Nine-tailed Demon King away.

Yan Chixia was also surprised: "I have dealt with the nine-tailed demon king before, and he is not a good person. He occupies the mountain and is the king. Not to mention the many monster soldiers and generals under his command, his strength is also comparable to that of the early Dao realm. I don't even bother to care about it for no reason, but you can actually hurt it, with your cultivation level..."

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "The younger generation is only in the Void Returning Realm, but my magic weapon is powerful. It doesn't know my footsteps. It doesn't lead soldiers, and it doesn't lead generals. It's a risk to fight with me alone. It's caught off guard. Naturally, it suffered a big loss." .”

Cultivation can be regarded as a level.

Artifacts can be regarded as equipment.

Magical powers can be regarded as skills.

Zhang Heng's level is lower, but he has good equipment and strong skills. When encountering this kind of Ye Guchan who has no background, it's just easy to fight over the ranks, just like a third-level high-end player fighting a fourth-level small boss.

If the Nine-Tailed Demon King ordered soldiers and horses to attack with [-] demon soldiers, Zhang Heng might have to avoid the limelight.

Alone, with four ghost attendants, if you don't beat it, is it okay to be with it?

"Return to Void Realm!"

Yan Chixia looked at Zhang Heng's face, and said in admiration: "At your age, to be able to achieve the Void Return Realm, you must have been taught by a famous family. You have practiced since childhood. Talent, understanding, and diligence are all indispensable."

Well...

wrong again.

It is true that Zhang Heng came from a famous family, but he did not practice for a long time, only three years.

With today's cultivation level, the bodhi seed is the first skill, the cave of heaven and earth is the second skill, and the purple fairy ginseng is the third skill.

If there are no these three things, not to mention returning to the void, the foundation building is enough, and it is probably still dangling in the Qi training state.

of course.

For a cultivator, heaven, law, wealth, companionship, and earth are all part of one's own strength.

He occupies the four items of heaven, law, wealth, and land, and he is not a fun-loving person, so he can afford Yan Chixia's words of hard work.

"Speaking of it is also scratching the head."

"I have a disciple who was brought up by me since he was a child. As a result, he has been raised for more than [-] years. His cultivation level is not bad, but his personality does not follow me at all. When I asked him to practice swords, he had to learn how to use an axe. , full of recklessness, it really makes me dizzy."

Yan Chixia looked depressed, and talked about her apprentice Yan Shi.

Yanshi, or Xiahoushi.

Yan Shi's picking up means picking up.

When Yan Chixia picked him up, he was just over a year old, barely surviving on goat milk.

As for why it was Xia Houshi.

Because the baby Yan Chixia picked up was the son of Xiahou swordsman who competed with him all day long and wanted to take away the title of number one swordsman in the world.

Xiahou swordsman, that is, the swordsman in "A Chinese Ghost Story 1", who competed with Yan Chixia at the beginning, washed the wound in the stream after being injured, and was finally killed by Grandma Shu.

If Zhang Heng remembers correctly.

In order to train Yan Shi, Yan Chixia drove Yan Shi away at the end of the story of the fairy in the painting and let him travel around the world.

As a result, Yan Shi was too easy to trust others, telling people that he knew the 36 axes of Tiangang, he was envied by others, and died when thousands of arrows pierced his heart.

Yan Chixia regretted his death.

It also led to "A Chinese Ghost Story 3", the sentence in the middle of the fake Yan Chixia: "I am not actually Yan Chixia, the person with this name is an expert. I begged him to accept me as a disciple, but he refused, saying that he I'm used to being alone, and I don't know how to get along with people anymore."

"Later, he became insane and desolate in his later years, and died in Lanruo Temple."

"When he died, he had nothing on his body, and the wine jug was empty. I think he must have wanted to have a sip of wine before he died."

"So I buried him, took his sword, named myself Yan Chixia, and wanted to be like him."