Sword comes

The child was frightened to the extreme, but he was not so afraid. He was left alone in the world. He was just a child who had just read a few elementary books. "

The old man smiled playfully.

The child added: "I will definitely kill you. I want to avenge my parents and grandparents."

The old man with the silver lotus crown on his head pointed to himself, and said with a smile: "Everyone in the world likes to call me Ding Laomo, both righteous and evil. The disciples of the sect, if they see me, they will probably respectfully call me the Supreme Master. As for my real name, Ding Ying, it has been useless for many years."

"Then what's your name?" asked the old man.

The child's voice trembled, but he tried his best to say: "Cao Qinglang"

The old man joked: "It's too cheap to get your name, and with your skin, you will be careful not to be beaten when you walk in the rivers and lakes."

He waved his sleeve casually, and the strong wind blew on the window paper of the side room, making a buzzing sound, but the thin window paper was not damaged at all, and it seemed that something had been knocked back in the room.

The child couldn't find this kind of skill that was so wonderful, but his face was livid with anger, "Fart your fart"

The relatives have died, and the name given by the parents has become the last thought of the child.

The old man didn't take it seriously, seeing a few old hens in the courtyard, pecking around.

The old man got up and went to the kitchen, went to the rice tank and took out a handful of rice. After sitting back in his seat, he sprinkled it on the ground, and the old hens rushed over with flapping wings, eating happily.

The old man smiled and said, "People in the world are afraid of me, but you see, they are not afraid."

He bent down and leaned forward, "Does this mean that the so-called master masters, emperors and generals are not as good as a chicken?"

The child is too young, his mind is full of hatred, how can he want to think about these things, just staring at the murderous big devil, only hating himself for being too weak, his mind moved slightly, remembering that there is still a hatchet in the stove, Not much grinding, in the land of the capital, a relatively well-to-do small family like the children's family has the confidence to stop the charcoal seller who is passing by shouting, and the hatchet at home is just for show.

The old man looked up at the sky, asked himself and answered: "Of course not. The ignorant are fearless. Sometimes, an eagle flies across the sky, and the mice in the field rush to protect the grain under their claws. In our world, such There are not many people, but there are also many people, not much better than ordinary people, but they can see the shadow, such as Yu Zhenyi who turned to cultivate immortals in Songlai Kingdom, that old cook in the prince's mansion of Nanyuan Kingdom, King Kong Temple The old monk who lectured on the scriptures."

Speaking of this, Ding Ying stood up, shook his sleeves, flicked his fingers, and condensed the gangster energy into lines again and again, hitting the window of the side room.

Ding Ying shot too quickly, and the dark green aura continued to condense on the window, dotted with stars, like a bright picture of the Milky Way.

"There are also some foreigners who come here who are not kind and those who don't come. They are all called exiled immortals by us. Playing in the world, like a comet sweeping its tail, comes and goes in a hurry. As for how this world has become, how big a basket is poked, What a mess it became, they never cared."

"They don't care about the joys and sorrows of the world."

Ding Ying made a gesture of turning the pages of the book with a smile, and then clapped his hands lightly, as if closing a book, "These people are like reading a page of an idle book in their spare time, turning it over and then turning it over. I don't care if it says that rituals and music are broken, blood is shed for thousands of miles, and people are devastated."

"The house of etiquette that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the mansion of the sage with a pleasant scholarly atmosphere, a freak has happened, and he has become a complete mess with fornication."

"In a small country that lives in a corner, an ambitious emperor came out. He didn't understand military affairs at all, but he chose to use military force. In 20 years, half of the country's young and strong died."

Where can children understand this, they are just immersed in hatred, "then what did you do"

This back alley kid named Cao Qinglang broke down in tears and said, "You will only kill my parents, grandpa and grandma"

Cao Qinglang cried with grief and indignation, "What kind of hero are you? You are a heinous devil."

The old man seemed to be teasing the child on purpose. He imitated the child and whined a few times, and then laughed.

I really don't know if this is childlike innocence or madness.

The child trembled with anger.

Ding Ying said with a smile: "Actually, what did those exiled immortals do have anything to do with me? No, I just found an excuse for myself to kill people, to kill some interesting people."

The old man raised his arm, made a palm like a knife, and lifted the falling meat again and again, "One exile, two exiles, three or four, chop them to death. Besides them, there are other people besides me. The top ten people outside, and the next ten people after that, those who are interesting will be kept, and those who are not pleasing to the eye will be killed together."

The child's sobs.

Ding Ying glanced at the sky.

This time, it is different from that in 60.

That's why he chose to stay here instead of taking action himself. After all, he is still crazy, trying to challenge nine or even ten top masters by himself. Someone tried to do this 60 years ago, wanting to monopolize the world's martial arts. The result was disastrous.

If the young owner of the flying sword survived, everyone would be surprised.

Then Ding Ying will leave here at that time, so that person will not be surprised.

Ding Ying knew this world, as if he was raising Gu.

Deep in Ding Ying's heart, there is an unknown secret hidden. In order to solve this mystery, he only cares about one thing, if he let these 60 years of raising Gu, become a bamboo basket to fetch water for nothing.

Will you come to see me?

Who will come to him in the end.

Before that, there are two keys.

One is that Zhou Shi must die on the street, so that both Lu Fang and Zhou Fei will take the initiative to enter the game.

Second, the owner of Feijian will also die.

Ding Ying glanced back at the window and smiled, thinking there was nothing difficult.

An old man with a hooked nose was walking on the bustling streets of the capital of Nanyuan. However, the male and female guards with strong steps, they just glanced sideways, and then pressed back those curious gazes. The old man was in this world's most benevolent city, and he was full of emotion. Not quite used to the crowds here, just when the old man was in a bad mood, a stalwart man walked quickly from a distance, and told the mentor in the grassland dialect that he found the man at a place called Kejiaqiao. place, not far away.

The old man asked his disciple to lead the way, and soon he walked across a stone bridge with a long history, and came to a shop near the water, which turned out to be a silk shop. The old man asked his disciples to wait outside. The business of the shop was deserted, and there were no customers. , the old man stepped over the threshold alone, and saw behind the low counter, only a head was exposed, with thinning hair and crooked melons and jujubes.

The shopkeeper saw the old man, and said with a smile: "Yo, rare customers, I am not surprised to see anyone recently, but I only see you. It is really the sun coming out from the west. I don't understand. I breathed a sigh of relief and said that you were coming, but I didn’t quite believe it, I just thought it was tricking me out of the mountain so as to help his father prevent disaster.”

The shopkeeper walked around the counter, stretched out his hand to signal the hooked-nosed old man to find a place to sit down, and talked freely, "Grand Master Cheng, you old man, sit down and talk quickly, otherwise I will have to hang my neck up when I chat with you, which takes a lot of effort. "

The old man who came from afar didn't take it seriously, sat on a rough chair for hospitality, and said straight to the point: "If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't trust the list of ten people in the Admiration Building, I wouldn't come here to take risks, neither of you and me are in the rankings." Among the top five, there is a high possibility of accidents. Feng Qingbai, who is undoubtedly a banished immortal, Ding Laomo's disciple Ya'er, and Zhou Fei's son Zhou Shi, there are now three. Who knows if there are any who are secretly hiding under the water Old bastard, little turtle."

The shopkeeper nodded in agreement.

The four great masters including Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu gathered at Guniu Mountain. This was the news on the stage, and it was a lively event for the world to watch.

This time, Jing Yanglou chose to announce the list of ten people in the capital of Nanyuan. This is the key to the real mystery.

The old man from outside the Great Wall sneered and said, "I use a spear, you use a knife, just like Zhong Qiu, they are all foreign boxing methods, different from Yu Zhenyi's old fox, as long as it is a deadly battle, more or less will stay. Let’s point out the hidden dangers of injuries. The three of us will definitely not survive 60 years later. For this opportunity, I have been fighting all the way to this day. There must be an explanation for all the big and small hidden diseases on my body.”

In the end, the old man patted the handle of the chair lightly, and the chair was safe and sound, but there were dense cracks and cracks on the shop floor under the chair.

The apprentices of those old men outside the shop sensed the circulation of Qi inside the house, each of them seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and their breathing became heavy.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "You disciples, your aptitude is not very good. Didn't I hear that you found a wolf cub with amazing talent in the grassland many years ago? The proud son of heaven is inferior."

The old man surnamed Cheng said indifferently: "Dead. If the talent is too good, it's not good."

The shopkeeper said angrily: "Cheng Yuanshan's tiger poison doesn't eat children, do you still have any humanity?"

This old man who came all the way from outside the Great Wall to Nanyuan Kingdom is exactly Cheng Yuanshan, the eighth arm saint among the ten people in the world.

Twenty years ago, after becoming one of the ten people in the Admiration Building, he quietly went to the Grassland outside the Great Wall, and soon became the guest of the Lord of the Grassland.

Cheng Yuanshan squinted at this little old man who lived incognito in Nanyuan Kingdom, "Liu Zong, you are ashamed to say that I am a knife sharpener. What is Liu Zong's favorite thing to use for sharpening knives?"

Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, laughed.

Cheng Yuanshan said doubtfully: "I just came here, and Nanyuan Kingdom is a site that Zhongqiu has painstakingly managed. At first I thought it was Yu Zhenyi who Zhongqiu was on this time, but now it seems that it may not be that Old Devil Ding wants to do it again." What is it that he is the last thing in the world to do, but he has come to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, what is he planning?"

After the shopkeeper Liu Zong was mentioned as a "knife grinder" by the arm sage Cheng Yuanshan, his momentum soared for a moment, and then he relaxed again. : "You, you just like to think too much."

But Cheng Yuanshan knew very well that Liu Zong hadn't delayed his cultivation at all these years, and even made great strides forward.

But in the area of ​​Nanyuan Kingdom, there have been so many years of Zhongqiu sitting next to the imperial palace, and there are no shocking rumors. Liu Zong's martial arts, without a whetstone, how could he not retreat from Cheng Yuanshan?

Foreign masters also sneaked into the south many times, and killed two Jianghu masters who were expected to be among the top ten, in order to sharpen their minds in the dangerous fights and dare not slack off in the slightest.

Cheng Yuanshan said: "This man Zhou Fei has no taboos in his actions. He is too much like those exiled immortals in history. This time he leaned on Ding Ying again. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, you can tell me the truth. Liu Zong, others can't believe it." , you are an exception."

Liu Zong smiled and said, "Why should you believe me?"

Cheng Yuanshan said solemnly: "There are so many guys called martial idiots in Jianghu, but in my heart, the real martial idiot is only you, Liu Zong. You are the same as Ding Ying, Zhong Qiu, and Yu Zhenyi. The few people who survived the chaotic battle, those ten people, died, disappeared, only you marginalized people in the game, but each got a chance, Ding Ying got the Taoist crown left by the fairy , Yu Zhenyi got a secret book of the fairy family, I don't know what Zhong Qiu got, but you Liu Zong took the initiative to give up the demon knife at the beginning, just because you already have a knife by your side. Only you can do it."

Liu Zong twirled his sparse beard and said with a smile: "How did you, an outsider who didn't personally participate in the disaster, know about such a secret matter?"

This matter can be said to be the most itchy part of Liu Zong's life, and it cannot be said by ordinary people, but Cheng Yuanshan, the sage in arms, took the initiative to explain it today, and Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, is still a little complacent.

Cheng Yuanshan was frank, "The new owner chosen by the demon sword refiner was killed by myself, but I failed to keep it."

Arm saint Cheng Yuanshan has always been proud and arrogant. He doesn't look down on Jingxinting Tong Qingqing and others who are on the list. As for the ten people out of the ten selected by the good people, Cheng Yuanshan once directly let it go Among these people, so-and-so can bring him tea and water, so-and-so can take off his boots, and so-and-so can help him watch the gate and guard the courtyard. None of the top ten famous masters in the world can fall into the eyes of Cheng Yuanshan.

But when he came to see Liu Zong today, he was extremely polite, and Cheng Yuanshan was even willing to be a dwarf.

It can be seen from this that Cheng Yuanshan did not have the slightest confidence in coming to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom this time.

Liu Zong put a finger into his mouth, picked out the shredded meat from the previous meal from between his teeth, and flicked it casually, "A butcher's skill depends on the knife he uses the most. How many years can it be used for chopping meat and deboning? The worst is that you have to get a new knife in two or three years. The better ones can be used for seven or eight years. I have been using that one since I debuted in the Jianghu until today. So far, it has been used for nearly 40 years.”

Liu Zong laughed and said, "It's enough to kill those banished immortals who are secretive. After decades of sharpening the knife, don't want to become the bullshit dragon-slaying skill in the book. It's good, it's just right. "

A Han scholar who went to Beijing to rush for an exam is still waiting for his Mei Jiao Niang to go back.For her, even the gentleman taught by the sage stays away from the kitchen, regardless of it.

I met by chance on the road, met in the rivers and lakes, although she was six years older than him, she still liked to joke often, saying that she was not a good woman, and he thought it was okay.

Being able to play such a beautiful pipa, the battlefield is full of excitement, and the boudoir is full of resentment, so it's not too bad.

An inexplicable guy came to him and told about a Jianghu woman.

The scholar felt that if the woman the man said was true, then she really had a wicked heart.

However, the scholar felt that he knew her differently. He felt that she was a good woman, knowledgeable, gentle and virtuous, and she was so beautiful that she could marry into the family and grow old together.

He is waiting for her to come home.

After thinking about seeing her, I want to talk to her about these things in my heart.

King Kong Temple, the largest ten-direction forest in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, is also the largest Buddhist holy place in the world with the most monks.

In a simple thatched hut located in a secluded and remote location in the temple, the door was opened, and the empty room contained nothing but an old monk and a futon.

A thin and handsome son, surrounded by a dozen stunning beauties, walked slowly towards this humble little thatched cottage. The age of the women ranged from thirteen or fourteen to forty, and they were all beauties. If you come here, you will find that among them, there are world-renowned fairies and heroines, as well as wealthy ladies, and without exception, they are all beauties of the world.

There are many banners around the hut.

Young people are like princes and princes traveling with beauty. Along the way, they explain to the women the origin and origin of Buddhist terms such as ten directions, jungle, moment, and banner. Smiling and pointing out a few flaws of the young man, he didn't explain anything, he just said that the folk customs are different in different places, and the saying in his hometown is more in line with the purpose of Buddhism.

The old meditating monk opened his eyes and asked with a smile, "Benefactor Zhou, since Ding Ying's promise has been secured, why do you still come here?"

The young man surnamed Zhou raised his hand to signal the women not to follow, walked to the hut alone, and said with a smile, "Give it to my useless son, and ask the mage for a golden body of Arhat."

He approached the threshold, raised his foot, and asked politely: "Do you want to take off your boots, I'm afraid it will dirty the mage's clean abode."

The old monk said with a smile: "The soil on the boots is innocent. In the heart of the benefactor Zhou, it is not useful to take off the boots."

The young man said helplessly: "You baldheads like to talk about such useless nonsense everywhere. It's called Zen machine. I really can't like it."

He pointed to the empty house with bare walls, "It seems to be empty, but you are still here."

The old monk sighed: "Benefactor Zhou has the roots of wisdom and understands all kinds of truths. It's a pity that I don't want to turn back."

The young man still took off his boots. After crossing the threshold, he sat down on the edge of the door, raised an arm, and pointed to the beauties who were surrounded by fat, swallows, and thin, and said, "If they are the Dharma I am looking for, monk you How can you persuade me?"

The old monk said with a bitter face: "It's really tiring to fight with you exiled immortals."

The young man put on a show, lowered his head and folded his palms together, smiled and sang Amitabha.

The old monk's face was already haggard and miserable, and it became more and more wrinkled and frowning.

If it was an ordinary bastard, he would not be able to enter the Vajra Temple. Even the dignitaries of the Nanyuan Kingdom would still not be able to find this thatched cottage, but the young man in front of him who looked weak was Zhou Fei.

He is the fourth great master in the world. He is highly skilled in martial arts. It is not too much to say that he has reached the pinnacle.

Those women and women like him, it is absolutely true, maybe they were forced to helpless at the beginning, they had a favorite man for a long time, or even a loyal woman who married early as a wife, a husband and a child, and was kidnapped by Zhou Fei or the minions of the Chunchao Palace After going to the mountain, but after being together day and night, whether it is just a few months, or as long as three to five years or even more than ten years, there is still no one who can not be soft-hearted towards Zhou Fei.

This is a very unreasonable quack incident.

The bottom of the rivers and lakes always like to describe Chunchao Palace, the "king of the mountain", as an ugly monster as fat as a pig, or a violent person who kills at every turn. , Zhou Fei is not only suave and suave, but also looks young all the time.

Zhou Fei smiled and said: "Father and son, hand in hand, is it worth looking forward to?"

The old monk sighed and said: "The golden body in Baihe Temple was indeed hidden by the poor monk before, but after 60 years, Donor Ding reappeared in the capital, and immediately moved to the Imperial Palace of Nanyuan Kingdom. Donor Zhou ,You are late."

Zhou Fei stared into the eyes of the old monk. After a while, he changed the subject and asked, "I heard that there is a blue dress floating around in the capital, which cannot be seen by the naked eye. Have you seen it, old monk?"

Without waiting for the old monk to answer, Zhou Fei narrowed his eyes and said emphatically, "I hope you saw it."

Murder is revealed.

The old monk seems to have practiced silent meditation, or he may be weighing the pros and cons.

Zhou Fei, once he said that he wanted to wipe out the King Kong Temple, he would definitely do what he said, and there would never be a little monk or a sweeping monk left.

Zhou Fei smiled heartily, and put away his substantial murderous intent, "The Arhat golden body and flying clothes of Nanyuan Kingdom, the protective armor of Songlai Kingdom, and the demon sword beyond the Great Wall that can break all spells. In the past 60 years, a total of four treasures have appeared in the world. If the person who succeeds is one of the ten people, the status will naturally be more stable, and the master who is close to the ten people will be even more powerful, and it is expected to squeeze out some unlucky wretch .”

The old monk seemed to have made up his mind, put down all the burdens, and looked calmer. He asked Zhou Fei in a normal way: "Benefactor Zhou, is Buddhism prosperous in your hometown?"

Zhou Fei twitched the corner of his mouth, "Over there, it's hard to say."

The old monk asked again, "There are some books that record the trivial words mentioned by you banished immortals. Those who speak the truth can burn Daze with one hand, smash mountains with one punch, and turn into flying swords with one breath, and take people's heads." Thousands of miles away, the wind blows across the river and the sea, and you can capture a dragon with one hand, is it true?"

Zhou Fei was about to speak.

A woman in white flew over and landed directly outside the thatched hut, her face full of panic, "Young master was seriously injured in Zhuangyuan Lane."

Zhou Fei's face was full of displeasure, "What?"

The young woman with a cold and charming appearance hesitated to speak, and knelt down with a plop, trembling all over.

The corner of Zhou Fei's mouth twitched, and he slowly stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, "Lu Fang, Lu Fang, you are not only an idiot, but also a waste, you can't even protect my son."

The palm on the forehead is as white as jade, with five fingers like hooks, as if wishing to lift the cover of his heavenly spirit.

Zhou Fei retracted his fingers, patted his knee lightly, and suddenly waved his sleeves backward.

The stunning woman kneeling outside the house, like a rag bag, flew upside down with a bang, and before landing, she was already smashed into pieces in the air, and the woman behind gave way, but many people were splashed with blood, but they didn't One dared to show the slightest resentment.

"It may not be a bad thing." Zhou Fei let out a heavy breath, and said with a smile: "Old monk, let's continue talking about our affairs. After the chat is over, I will go to solve some housework."

The old monk was speechless.

Zhou Fei was not overbearing, and asked, "How did you get seriously injured?"

Only then did he realize that the woman was dead, so Zhou Fei stretched out his sleeve with one hand, and quickly made a formula, which was a formula that was never recorded in any Buddhist sect in this world.

A faint figure of a woman appeared outside the house, still terrified behind her death, she timidly floated towards Zhou Fei, her lips moved slightly, but there was no sound.

But Zhou Fei was the only one who clearly "heard".

The old monk sighed.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.