Sword comes

In the ancestral home of the Ma family in Xinghua Lane, the golden armored god who had visited the town walked back to the yard. It was strange that such a big true god walked in all directions, but no one noticed.

The young Ma Kuxuan squatted on the steps outside the door. After seeing this golden armored god, his face was full of hope, and the Zhenwu Mountain military cultivator asked, "How?"

The goddess was dressed in golden armor, and the treasure was solemn. I saw his lips move slightly, but Ma Kuxuan couldn't hear any sound, so he looked at the sword repairer in the house, the latter sighed: "He said that your grandmother committed too many sins in her lifetime, Before death, the three souls and seven souls are already the same as the body, like the wind and candle, so after your grandmother died, the life and soul decayed at the same time, this town is different from other places, and it was born to resist ghosts and ghosts, so he did not find you. Grandma's remnant soul."

Ma Kuxuan's face was hideous, he raised his head and roared at the god general: "I don't care what method you use, go and find my grandma's soul for me!"

Zhenwu Mountain Jianxiu's face changed drastically, for fear that Ma Kuxuan would annoy the true god Yin, and when he was about to speak out to stop the young man, Jinjia Shenren, for some unknown reason, said in the orthodox Mandarin of Dongbaopingzhou: "No, no For, it is impossible.”

After saying these words, the mighty god general shrouded in golden light looked at Zhenwu Mountain Sword Cultivator in the house, the latter took a deep breath, held incense with both hands, and bowed three times to the god general in the courtyard.Every time I prayed, there was a pale golden breath as thin as a hair, wafting out of the Zhenwu Mountain Sword Xiu Niwan Pill, and then gently inhaled into the nose by the Golden Armored God.

After three times, the goddess rose from the ground and turned into a beam of bright light to leave this world.

Zhenwushan Jianxiu's face was pale, he moved a chair and sat down, and let out a sigh of relief.

This is the real reason for the popular saying "it's easy to ask God to send God away".

After Ma Kuxuan looked back with a cold expression, he turned around and walked into the house, sat next to the cold body, reached out and grabbed the old woman's dry palm, staring at her face, the young man did not speak for a long time.

The sword-carrying man took off the tiger talisman from his waist. The color was a little duller than before, and he slowly put it into his sleeve.

The man with the sword rested for a while, got up and didn't go to the boy's side, but sat on the threshold with his back to the boy, and said slowly: "Your grandma should be at the door and was slapped on the face, with great strength, the whole person He was thrown into the house and died. There are some words that you may not like to hear, but you should at least know the truth. Most of the people who took the shot were Qi practitioners, and they didn't know the severity of the shot. In addition, your grandmother's body was not solid, so she died. Now. Since it was a Qi practitioner who took action, most of it has something to do with Chen Ping'an and the girl from the other country in the mud bottle alley, or the young woman who was on the covered bridge before and whose mood of the water view was deliberately broken by you. The sex is very small, the latter is very likely, so you went to the mass grave to kill Chen Ping'an out of filial piety to your grandma, but you went there because of karma, but you never thought that when you went out, you would Someone just came to the door to provoke him."

Ma Kuxuan stretched out a hand tremblingly, and gently pressed the back of his hand to his grandma's cheek, which was swollen high and turned dark blue.

The young man said, "So I killed my grandma, right?"

The sword-carrying man said: "According to the world's perspective, yes or no. If it is based on..."

Ma Kuxuan didn't want to listen to this man anymore, stood up and said with a grinning smile: "It can't be done to massacre the city and destroy the country, and it can't be done to kill innocent people indiscriminately. These things can't be done, and those things can't be done! Then, revenge and murder, can't you do it?! "

Without waiting for the man to give an answer, Ma Kuxuan continued: "If I can't even do this, then I'll be useful as a military cultivator? Why don't I just be a big devil who can do whatever I want? Why didn't I agree to the Taoist priest at that time? , go to such a sect?!"

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "As long as you can bear all the consequences yourself, that's fine."

"Like today."

"Also, in fact, there are some things I may not have said thoroughly before. For example, when it comes to killing people, everyone has their own line. How many people you can kill and how many people I can kill are absolutely different. Not just because I compare You are strong and have a high realm, and a person's character is also very important. Maybe I killed 100 people, and all of them were people who should be killed, but if you only killed two or three people, there were people who shouldn't be killed."

Ma Kuxuan suddenly sneered and said, "Whether to kill or not, how to kill, I ask you what you do, do you still need your help! I almost forgot, I'm not an official Zhenwu Mountain disciple yet!"

The young man looked down at the old woman's face, then turned his head and roared at the Eight Immortals table in the main hall, "Go and lead the way!"

A black cat rushed out from under the Eight Immortals table, and Ma Kuxuan followed it to the outside of the house.

Men don't care.

You must know that the country where the man lives fell into turmoil 150 years ago, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the chaos of a hundred years of war, the degree of inhumanity, the highest in East Aquarius, the last 1000 million households, when the catastrophe ended in the new dynasty, only 80 households remained less than.So much so that in the end, many young children felt that after death, all the people in the world did not need to be collected and buried.

A man is one of these children.

The man stood up slowly, rather than reminding Ma Kuxuan that the murderer had been kicked out of the town, he wanted to go to Master Ruan and ask a question.

Why is the Buddhist family in East Treasure Pingzhou, which has been declining for thousands of years, and only some small countries will regard it as a national teacher. Above this small town, it is also the weakest, but the cycle of cause and effect is so obvious.

The strategist Jianxiu followed far behind the boy.

Even if Ma Kuxuan was already a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, the man would not interfere too much in the youth's personal grievances.

On the battlefield, you will live and die together, and you will be conceited about life and death on the road of cultivation.

Of course, nothing is absolute.Just like Ma Kuxuan almost died at the hands of Chen Ping'an before, the man rescued Ma Kuxuan for two reasons. One was that he didn't want a genius like Ma Kuxuan to die prematurely. He hoped that Ma Kuxuan would die prematurely. Xuan Neng worked hard at Zhenwu Mountain, and both his talent and temperament have improved to a higher level. I hope that the young man can become one of the representatives of the military family, and shine brightly in the next great strife and turmoil.The other is Mr. Qi who took the initiative to speak, saying that Ma Kuxuan and Chen Ping'an, two young people, just need to decide who wins and loses, not life and death.

At that time, he thought that Mr. Qi was worried about the death of the boy in Mud Bottle Alley, but later found out that it was not the case at all.

The man followed far behind the boy, and found that after Ma Kuxuan experienced the initial passion, his footsteps became slower and slower, more relaxed, and finally he was like an ordinary boy shopping.It was just that when the black cat jumped from a roof to the shoulder of the boy, then jumped to the ground, turned his head, and ran away, as if to tell the boy that he had found his target.After that, the teenager started jogging, and his temperament changed again.

The spring rain was subtle, but it made the pedestrians in the street hurry, far from the point of sheltering from the rain under the eaves.

A pair of luxuriously dressed young men and women are walking from Qilong Lane to the street. They seem to have their own chances, and their faces are full of joy. It's just that a young man taught them what it means to be dependent on luck and misfortune. When he was ten steps away, he shouted hello loudly, and when the young man turned his head to look, it was Ma Kuxuan's unreserved swift and violent punch.

Punch in the head.

After the young man flew out and fell heavily on the street, his body twitched slightly, and there was no sign of struggling to get up.

After a punch, the boy with both feet on the ground just happened to stand side by side with the young woman.

Ma Kuxuan twisted his figure, and his left hand flashed towards the woman's neck. The cultivator, who was half a head taller than him, was knocked to the ground by the boy's arm with a bang.

The woman's head slammed into the muddy ground.

Ma Kuxuan stretched out a foot, stepped on the woman's forehead, stared at the dizzy face, bent down, and said in elegant Mandarin: "I know the murderer is no longer in the town, but it doesn't matter, I myself You can check."

The beautiful young woman, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, blood oozing from her nose and ears, and she looked at the condescending dark boy with horror on her face.

The young man's face was grim, "I, Ma Kuxuan, have ruined your cultivation heart.

Jing, if you take revenge in the future, even if you chop me up to death with knives, I will accept my fate and never resent you.Even if you fail to take revenge, if I am in a good mood, I will let you go and play with you a few more times.In my opinion, the morals of the world should be so clear. "

The woman is estimated to be the arrogant son of her own sect. Where have she seen such a scene before, she was so frightened that she was so frightened that she couldn’t even remember what the vicious young man said, she just begged for mercy: “Let me go, please let me go. I, your grandma didn't kill me, I don't know at all..."

The teenager gradually increased the strength of the soles of his feet, and slowly pressed the side of the woman's head into the mud, "Do you know what I hate most about you? After making a crime, you can still take it so seriously! There is no guilt, no guilt... …”

The boy's speech was filled with tears, and his eyes were filled with bitter hatred.

The woman stretched out her hand with difficulty and hugged Ma Kuxuan's ankle, her eyes full of pity and pleading, "Let me go, my grandfather is the commander of the Haichao Iron Cavalry, I am his most beloved granddaughter, I can compensate you, you want I can promise anything..."

The young man smiled and said without a smile: "Oh? It's such a coincidence that I am the grandson of my grandma Malanhua!"

The boy suddenly raised his feet a little, and then wiped the soles of the shoes on the woman's delicate cheeks, "Isn't it an iron cavalry on the sea tide? Wait, I'll play with you slowly."

The young man put away his feet and turned his head to look in the left and right directions. On the left, a man from Zhenwu Mountain stood in the distance, holding his sword.On the right hand side, there is an elegant young man holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing beside the poor man who fell to the ground, looking at Ma Kuxuan.

Ma Kuxuan's intuition told him that the guy holding the umbrella was actually waiting for him to kill the woman at his feet.

Ma Kuxuan suddenly squatted down, the woman tried to escape, and the wet boy grabbed her neck. After the woman didn't dare to move, the boy released his hand and slapped the woman's cheek with his palm, smiling: "Remember. Stay, my name is Ma Kuxuan, I will definitely find you in the future. And the guy who is not in the town, you must thank him well, otherwise our relationship will not be so good. "

Ma Kuxuan finally spit out a mouthful of saliva on the woman's face.

The boy got up and walked towards the man in Zhenwu Mountain, and asked in a low voice, "Who is that person?"

Jianxiu said indifferently: "It is one of the 72 Confucian academies, the future mountain owner of Guanhu Academy, named Cui Minghuang, with a distinguished background. This time, he is also here to retrieve the thing of victory. The city is very deep. Be careful in the future. If you don't Unexpectedly, you have already been targeted by him." Ma Kuxuan frowned and said, "This person is very different from Mr. Xueshu Qi."

Jian Xiu laughed dumbly and said, "Do you think a few scholars can stick to their hearts like Mr. Qi?"

He hesitated for a moment, but still explained: "It is rumored that Mr. Qi's realm fell and his state of mind was broken after his teacher was defeated, so he agreed to be banished to this small world. Although he is constantly eroded by the pressure of heaven, he is able to Do whatever you want. I don't think so."

Ma Kuxuan was not interested in these things. He turned his head and saw the man with the umbrella squatting beside the woman. He should be comforting and comforting.

Ma Kuxuan retracted his gaze and walked side by side with the sword-carrying man. The boy walked back to Xinghua Lane with heavy steps.

The man opened his mouth and said, "Your body is not lightly injured, so don't leave a dark illness, otherwise it will hinder your future cultivation."

Ma Kuxuan stretched out his hand to wipe the rain off his face, and suddenly asked, "What is our town to those outsiders?"

Jianxiu replied, "It's like the small stream outside the town, where fish and dragons are mixed, there are shallow water beaches that are no more than knees, and there are deep pools that are bottomless."

Ma Kuxuan asked, "Have foreigners come here to practice treasure hunting before and have they drowned?"

Jian Xiu smiled, shook his head and said, "It was almost impossible before. Most of them were happy to make money. This time is an exception."

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In the Yang family shop, a heroic girl carried a teenager quickly across the threshold and asked a middle-aged shop assistant, "Is Mr. Yang here?"

Seeing the girl's extraordinary bearing, the man didn't dare to neglect, nodded and said, "I just finished packing the herbs in the backyard, what are you doing?"

The girl nodded and said solemnly, "We are familiar with Old Man Yang, and we want to ask him for a medicine."

The guy hesitated for a moment, without entanglement, and led them to the main house in the backyard. An old man was gently knocking on the table with an old cigarette stick. In the corner of the house stood a sloppy man, who was the janitor in the east of the town. The bachelor Zheng Dafeng may be one thing down, another thing. When Zheng Dafeng met the old man Yang, he looked like he didn't dare to breathe.

Old man Yang waved his cigarette stick, and Zheng Dafeng quickly slipped out of the house and left with the shop assistant.

Old man Yang looked at the familiar young man behind the girl, Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an's lips were white at this time, his body was trembling, and his hands were almost desperately around the girl's neck.

The old man Yang stood up unhurriedly, with one hand holding the back, the other holding the cigarette stick, he came to the girl, looked at the boy, and said hoarsely: "How many times have I told you, the more cheap and fortunate, the more The more you have to cherish your life and your fortune, why, if you encounter some setbacks, you will die or live, so why didn’t you go with your mother in the first place, wouldn’t it be easier? You Master Yao is right. Look at the old when you are three years old, you are not a long-lived person, even if you teach you good craftsmanship and real kung fu, it is a waste, and you have to throw it into the ground early."

Ning Yao was stunned. In her impression, Old Man Yang should be a kind-hearted old man who was smiling all day long.

Who would have thought to be such a bitter old man.

The old man sneered: "Does it hurt?"

Chen Ping'an nodded slightly, and was speechless for a long time.

At that time, when the girl woke up on her back, the effect of the drug had probably faded. In fact, the attack had already started at that time, but Chen Ping'an felt that he could hold on. When Ning Yao carried him to the vicinity of the covered bridge, he knew how he couldn't hold it any longer. So Ning Yao didn't even bother to retrieve the knife on the road by the stream, so he hurried to Yang's shop behind his back.

The old man smiled and said, "It hurts, so just bear it."

Then the old man glanced at Ning Yao and said angrily, "Let him sit on the bench by himself!"

The old man immediately muttered: "It's not too bad for a little girl to carry it on her back."

Ning Yaoqiang held back his anger and carefully let Chen Pingan sit on the bench, but as soon as she let go, the teenager was shaky.

Ning Yao was about to stretch out his hand to help him, but although the boy couldn't speak, his eyes still indicated that he didn't need her help.

The old man took a puff of homemade dry cigarettes, looked at the boy's body and weather, and said, "It's a veritable shabby settlement. Well, you have a clear conscience."

The old man was completely indifferent to the piercing pain of the young man, "What kind of life is Liu Xianyang, and what kind of life are you, I don't know what to do for so many years? If he died once, it's almost enough for you to die ten times, you know?"

Ning Yao really couldn't stand the old man's yin and yang words, and said solemnly: "Mr. Yang, can you help Chen Ping'an to relieve the pain first?"

The old man was hunched, turned his head and squinted at the girl, and asked lightly, "Are you a man?"

Ning Yao glared at each other.

The old man ignored the girl, turned around and looked at the boy.

The old man lost himself in thought.

In the end, the old man pouted, sighed, and placed the old cigarette rod on Chen Ping's shoulder, and twice on each of his arms and legs.

In an instant.

The teenager was lying on his side, with his elbows against his head, on the bench.

The old man shouted softly, "Go to sleep!"

Chen Pingan instantly closed his eyes and fell asleep, and immediately snored like thunder.