Transcending evil and sanctification

Xiao Ren always thought that he was raised by his stepmother, a poor abused child who was no better than Yu Wenjue.

It can be seen from the fact that he will be frightened by the unreasonable way of heaven every now and then, his life is really full of drama everywhere.

For example, that day he clearly broke through the Bronze Man Formation, so he should go down the mountain full of energy to eliminate traitors and help the weak, and be an ordinary hero who is a hero.It's a pity that Tiandao's script was not written in this way, and a gust of wind blew him off that damned dangerous bridge!

Throughout the past 5000 years, there is no one whose reason for falling off the cliff is more outrageous.

Others have to jump down actively or passively because they are burdened with blood and deep hatred, are hunted down by their enemies, or are robbed of wealth and sex.

No one was blown down by the wind like him.Blown down by the wind!Who will believe it? !

So when he fell down, Xiao Ren really didn't think that there would be any adventures under the cliff. After all, everyone has different styles.

So when he saw a corpse in the cave, he really thought that his chance had come, and his mood fluctuated accidentally.

But, look who this guy is?

He is a great traitor of the Shaolin sect, who deceived his masters and exterminated his ancestors, and killed his fellow monks!

Even in the eyes of gangsters, these two items are enough to make people despise.

Just this character, how can he compare with those Huang Chang who left the Nine Yin Scriptures, or the little dragon girl at the bottom of the cliff?

It's too bad, dear!

So Xiao Ren decided to let this guy keep company with the rotten tree roots without even thinking about it.

In the end, the twists and turns took a turn for the worse, and the martial idiot monk actually wrote all the knowledge he had learned all his life on his monk's robe of unknown material.

Xiao Ren's eyes are very good. Even though there is no sunshine at the bottom of the valley because of the short sunshine, he can see the small characters clearly.

"I thought I was the main character, but I didn't expect that in the end, I was just a walk-on!" Xiao Ren twitched the corner of his mouth, "Hehe, my dear, thank you for this Chinese and foreign vocabulary dictionary!!"

This article is full of rhetoric, and most of it is gorgeous Sanskrit.

Sanskrit?what is that?Can I eat it?

Xiao Ren frowned and glared at a large number of cheat books written in Sanskrit.

How can he be sure that this is a secret book of martial arts, and not a Buddhist scripture written by Jianzhi who had awakened and repented before he died?

That's because on different boards, Monk Jianzhi also thoughtfully wrote titles, such as: "Dragon Elephant Magical Skill", "Vajra Demon Stick Technique", "Little Saint Buddha Heart Sutra"...

Even during this, Xiao Ren saw familiarly the top-level martial arts in legends such as "The Palm of the Tathagata".

However, he just wrote a title in Chinese characters, and the content below is all written in Sanskrit.

"Damn! Knowing foreign languages ​​is amazing!" Xiao Ren yelled dissatisfied.

After finally coming to this world to seriously experience the fate of a martial arts blockbuster, but such an ending, how embarrassing is it for him.

You say you are a martial idiot, now you are a sports student in high school, if you don’t practice well, what foreign language do you learn?Xiao Ren really wanted to travel back to the time when he told Jianzhi earnestly and earnestly that if he didn't study this major well, he would be a child with no future, and he wouldn't be able to find a job in the future, boy.

Xiao Ren, who was hit hard, decided to wash the dirty monk's clothes and give them to Master Jianwu to fulfill his essential role in the future, just wear them as clothes.

Xiao Ren soaked his clothes in the water.

He thought the blots would smudge.

But those small prints are like modern printing and dyeing, firmly attached to the clothes.Probably the monk Zhizhi used ink made of high-quality minerals to have such a good adhesion.

Xiao Ren tilted his head, not fainting.

After kneading the monk's robe twice, he hung it on the door of the cave with a branch.

After finishing this task, it was evening again.

Xiao Ren held a tree branch as a long sword and practiced advanced swordsmanship for a whole hour.

In the past three months, the proficiency of advanced internal skills was the most he had brushed. Anyway, he can't get out now, so he just brushed up all the others.

After practicing swordsmanship, Xiao Ren went to the valley, and despite the deducted 100 character points, he caught a rabbit, skinned it, bled it, and roasted it.

While eating, Xiao Ren was still pondering.

Although his current character value is as high as 43 (including those obtained in Shaolin), it is not a problem for him to stay safely in this valley for a few years.

But sooner or later, he will have a day of sitting and eating.

Is it possible to continue feeding the ants tomorrow? !

Xiao Ren paused as he bit the rabbit meat.

He now needs 100 character points to beat an animal, and consumes an average of 300 points a day. No matter what, he must equalize this number, or reduce this number.

Xiao Ren looked at the greasy roasted rabbit meat, distractedly thinking that fortunately there was a lot of salt in his package, so he could eat enough for a year or two if he saved some.

Full of worries, Xiao Ren crawled into his sleeping bag to sleep. Of course, he didn't forget to sprinkle the powder to repel insects and snakes that night.

Every day when I open my eyes, I run around to survive.

Xiao Ren hasn't lived this kind of life for a long time.

In autumn, the fruits in the valley are plentiful, and all the small animals are busy storing winter grain for the winter.Xiao Ren was also busy. At that time, he was not storing his own, but helping these small animals to store winter food.

By the way, he memorized the living locations of these neighbors one by one with malicious intentions, so as to prevent them from being caught at the door of the house when there was no food one day.

Xiao Ren walked quietly in the woods, picking wild fruits from the trees.

He can eat some of these fruits now, and now he also considers drying some fruits for consumption in winter and spring.

Not for anything else, just to supplement vitamins or something.

Although the valley is a closed valley, the vitality inside is no worse than that outside.

There are no large beasts, small creatures run everywhere.

Most of them are rabbits and pheasants, and snakes are also edible food.

And then there is...

Xiao Ren raised his head and looked at the little squirrel on the tree who was foolishly carrying his food.The meat is a little less, but it can also be considered.

hey~

Best of all is the rabbit.

There is a lot of meat, and the fur is accumulated, which can also be used to make a large leather cushion, which can be placed under the sleeping bag to insulate some cold air.

Xiao Ren frowned and thought hard, is it possible that he really wants to develop in the direction of farming?

The best way is for him to enclose a place from now on and raise some rabbits himself, so that he won't have to worry about finding food in winter.

Grass or something can also be prepared from now on.Anyway, the inside of the cave is very dry, just pay attention to fire prevention.

Xiao Ren thought about it, and couldn't think of a better way, so he could only do it temporarily.

In the morning, after earning 300 character points and catching two rabbits, Xiao Ren returned to the cave.

After lunch, he sat at the entrance of the cave and looked at the monk's robe blown by the wind, while digesting food in a daze.

He hugged his knees, fist resting on his chin, thoughtful.

Why did Jianzhi write martial arts cheats in Sanskrit?

No matter how much he loves Sanskrit, he is still from Daqing after all, and he must use Chinese characters the most.

Xiao Ren thought about it, and a strange thought flashed into his head.

He murmured in disbelief: "...Could it be to prevent theft?!"

He stood up and grabbed the dry monk's robe into his hands.

Although most of them are written in Sanskrit, some are also written in Chinese characters.

These are mostly some insights from my own martial arts practice.

It can't be seen that this evil monk still has the habit of taking notes.

Xiao Ren frowned, this guy is really not a person with great love.

It is estimated that he did not think about inheriting his martial arts one day in the future. In order to prevent being coveted, even the secret books of martial arts that he was afraid of forgetting were written in Sanskrit.

However, he didn't have to think hard to translate these esoteric contents into Sanskrit, so these notes were still written in Chinese characters.

Xiao Ren's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly found some formulas written in Chinese characters near the corner.

Although there is no title, he can be sure that this is not a note of knowledge, but a formula of martial arts.What it is, Jianzhi didn't write the title, and Xiao Ren couldn't see it either.

A thought suddenly flashed in Xiao Ren's mind. Since there are formulas in Chinese characters, there must be some secret scriptures that he feels are not very important. It is also possible that he was too lazy to translate them into Sanskrit and recorded them.

Xiao Ren's heart began to throb violently because of this conjecture. He took a deep breath, grabbed the collar of the monk's robe, reached into the sleeve with one hand, and turned the entire sleeve over.

Sure enough, he found the martial arts formulas in Chinese characters written in petite characters inside his sleeve!

"Hahaha!" Xiao Ren was overjoyed, and couldn't wait to turn over the other sleeve.

"I know this is a lot of fabrics! What an outstanding environmentalist!" Xiao Ren praised with a smile on his face.

He spread the monk's robe on a clean stone, propped it on it and looked at it carefully.

Xiao Ren was so absorbed in scanning the line by line that he didn't even notice that he was holding his breath.

This time Tiandao did not disappoint him. After looking at one sleeve, he found the martial arts formula he needed most now on the other sleeve.

"Crossing the River with a Reed"!

The most famous light-weight exercises of Shaolin School!

"Heaven will not kill me!" Xiao Ren cried silently.

Although this Buddhist unique skill is not as important as inner strength and mental skills and other unique skills in the eyes of Jian Zhi, it can also be classified as the top light-weight kung fu in the martial arts.

Other mind techniques, palm techniques, even if there are Chinese character versions, in his opinion, they are not as useful as light kung fu and body techniques.Now that there is no way to obtain a large amount of character points to exchange for systematic martial arts, this is like a pie falling from the sky.

"Hahaha! You've saved 100 million worth!!!" Xiao Renxi ran wildly, and Fan Jinzhongju felt dizzy again.

Xiao Ren looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, Shen Jing grabbed the monk's robe like ice and shook himself up.

Although he didn't know how hard it would be for him to learn the "Crossing the River with a Reed" without the help of the system, but now at least he had the hope of getting out of this desperate valley.

****

Yu Wenjue's vigorous figure flew across a graceful trajectory, his slender and white fingers moved lightly, and a splash of blood red splashed up.

The flow of blood was reflected in his eyes.

Yu Wenjue evoked a bloodthirsty smile, shook the strings in his hand, and brought out one unpredictable movement after another.

Such a monstrously beautiful picture is interspersed with extremely unpleasant screams.

Yu Wenjue squinted his eyes, clicked his tongue softly, shook his sleeves, and jumped up like a bird.

At the mountain gate of the Diancang Sect, disciples from the Shadow Hall of Mingjiao mixed with Baihu Hall, and disciples from Xuanwu Hall were carrying out a bloody massacre.

The chivalrous men that Diancang sent to help him fell down in front of Yu Wenjue one by one.

Yu Wenjue marched on the bloody flower, and the splashed blood stained the corner of his snow-white clothes red.

Yu Wenjue said softly with a voice that contained internal strength: "What? Zou Tianfeng, the head of the Diancang Sect, only dares to send his disciples and visitors to their deaths with such courage, but he has become a coward?"

Although his voice was as soft as a whisper in the ear, it spread to the ears of everyone in the Diancang Sect.

Such a deep internal force makes people shudder.

Zou Tianfeng's hand holding the sword trembled invisibly, and then he shouted palely, "Yuwen Demon! Don't talk nonsense, today I will be smashed to pieces in time, and I will fight you to the death!"

Meditation really came too fast.

Over the past period of time, Mingjiao has slowly eroded the peripheral strongholds of the Diancang Sect, the Escort Bureau, giving the Diancang Sect the illusion that there is still a lot of time.

Zou Tianfeng was still working on other sects. He even got in touch with Ban Honghou, the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he didn't expect that Mingjiao killed his sect without warning!

The leader of Mingjiao, three hall masters and elite disciples.

Zou Tianfeng was killed by surprise.

He felt that he was doomed today. Did the Dian Cang sect, a great sect that had existed for decades, disappear in smoke today?

He didn't show up before because he wanted to send away some seedlings in the door so as to keep the incense.Unexpectedly, Mingjiao was so ruthless, and those few outstanding disciples were taken over by the head of the White Tiger Hall just like that.

Yu Wenjue has always pursued the policy of cutting grass and roots, so naturally he will not leave room for others.Destroying people's foundations, eradicating the mountain gate, leaving no one alive.

Zou Tianfeng still couldn't get rid of his bad habit of shouting slogans at this time, but unfortunately few people could get up and respond to him at this time.

Zou Tianfeng faced Yu Wenjue alone.

I just feel that this young man whom I met more than half a year ago is still described as handsome, but with a kind of evil spirit that I didn't have before.

Zou Tianfeng gave a cold snort to embolden himself, he shouted loudly, shook the three-foot green blade in his hand, and attacked Yu Wenjue with his sword skills.

Yu Wenjue frowned. Although Zou Tianfeng seemed to have a lot of momentum, it was a pity that this sword move was more about protecting himself, first of all he showed timidity in front of him.

In a life-and-death struggle, you only care about your own safety, but you don't have the courage to go all out. How can you win?

Yu Wenjue sneered, and retreated like a ghostly figure.

Seeing that he retreated, before Zou Tianfeng could breathe a sigh of relief, the strings in Yu Wenjue's hand shot towards his vitals strangely and nimbly.

Zou Tianfeng was shocked and immediately used his sword to stir it up.

"Too slow!" Yu Wenjue said quietly.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Wenjue tapped his wrists with strings wrapped around his feet, and returned to Zou Tianfeng like lightning.

Zou Tianfeng was so distracted that he abandoned his sword to parry almost without thinking.

Failure!

The Diancang Sword Technique of the Diancang Sect is one of the four major sword techniques in the martial arts.

At this moment, he abandoned his sword to deal with the leader of Ming Sect known for his Nether Palm with his bare hands. He was simply seeking his own death.

Zou Tianfeng felt unspeakable pain in his heart.Yu Wenjue's movements were like ghosts, he had no time to pull out the entangled long sword.

Zou Tianfeng and Yu Wenjue fought hand to hand.

Zou Tianfeng's heart was beating like a drum, he felt that the space around him began to distort, his eyes had various illusions in the very close space, and waves of terrifying emptiness hit his heart.

He couldn't hold back his gasps of fear.

The seventh floor of the Nine Darks Divine Art!

Zou Tianfeng gritted his teeth and desperately used his internal energy to resist the spiritual influence brought about by the Nine Darkness Divine Art.

Yu Wenjue confronted Zou Tianfeng with a icy expression, and the Nether Palm, echoed by the internal force of the Nine Darkness Divine Art, brought out a series of phantoms that seemed to be there.

Most people in the world who died under the hands of the leader of Mingjiao didn't know it at all, and this was not an illusion at all.

The seventh level of the Nine Nether Magical Art can really distort the space in a short period of time, but this distortion only causes invisibility and visual illusions in the mind.

Reaching the eighth floor is completely different. Within a certain range, the distortion created by the Nine Underworld Magical Art can allow the leaders of the Mingjiao to move from one place to another in a short period of time.

Yu Wenjue didn't know the principle, but he used this magical skill with perfect proficiency.

If Xiao Ren were here, he would definitely call it unscientific!How could space magic appear in the martial arts world!

Of course, this is not magic, but a small-scale effect produced when the internal force is trained to an extremely fast level.

Therefore, at this moment, Yu Wenjue is the master at this moment, an existence like a god.

No matter how Zou Tianfeng resisted, it was futile.

Zou Tianfeng was attacked fiercely by Yu Wenjue.

His boxing skills are not as good as swordsmanship, and finally under an irreparable flaw, his door was opened, and Yu Wenjue's palm was printed on his chest!

Zou Tianfeng spit blood out of his mouth and flew out, gliding on the ground for a certain distance, hit the corner of the wall and stopped.

Yuwen Jueyi fluttered and slowed down, watching Zou Tianfeng twitch indifferently, and gradually became motionless.

The disciples of Mingjiao, who were chasing and killing the disciples of the Diancang School, made up their swords on their bodies lying motionless on the ground, making sure that none of them got away with it.

Yu Wenjue stood where he was, looking around at the scene where the battle was coming to an end.

"Master." Bai Manshuang, the master of Baihutang, bowed his head and cupped his fists in salute respectfully.

"It is confirmed that no one is alive." Yu Wenjue nodded.

"Yes." Bai Manshuang turned around and walked to Zou Tianfeng's side, touching his neck. "already dead."

Bai Manshuang stood up.

Yu Wenjue nodded, "Very well, count the casualties in my teaching. I will leave this seat to you."

"Yes." Bai Manshuang replied.

Yu Wenjue turned around and walked towards the mountain gate, his movements brought up a strand of hair.

Yu Wenjue paused, reached out and took out a clean white handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the blood red from his hair.

He dropped the veil in disgust, and went straight down the mountain.

Walking out of the mountain gate of the Diancang Sect, the congregants gathering the dead body on both sides bowed their heads respectfully to him.

After walking along the winding mountain road of Diancang Mountain for a certain distance, Yu Wenjue smelled a smell of fireworks.

He looked back and saw a big fire burning at the mountain gate of the Diancang Sect. The mountain wind was so strong that one could smell the scorching air blowing here.

"I hope that some people will learn from this lesson and keep themselves safe for a while." Yu Wenjue thought to himself.

After the thunderous blow of Mingjiao, it must be able to deter a large number of sects whose strength and ambition are not commensurate, and let them secretly weigh whether they have the ability to challenge Mingjiao.

It will take some time for the remnants of the Diancang faction to be cleared. Presumably, there will be turmoil in the Escort strongholds everywhere, and they may even run away; Zhengdao's reaction to this matter is also worthy of attention.

Yuwen decided to go all the way and think all the way, evolving various development strategies one by one.

Inadvertently, he saw that the trees on the Diancangpai Mountain were colorfully fallen, which was a poetic scene.

It's just that seeing such a beautiful scenery, Yu Wenjue only thought: "It seems that it's time to send winter clothes to Ah Ren."

Yu Wenjue abided by the agreement with Xiao Ren, not only rounded his coat, but also covered all his clothes.

When he lived in Shaolin Temple, Yu Wenjue hired someone to deliver several boxes of clothes to him.

Otherwise, Xiao Ren should have run away long ago after being reimbursed by Huang Xi for so many clothes.

Xiao Ren naturally accepted all the clothes Yuwenjue sent with a blunt smile.

Not to mention that these clothes are all made according to his size, even if they are sent back to Yu Wenjue to wear, they are not top-notch, but not the worst, and they are deliberately made into ordinary clothes, and Yu Wenjue will not wear them. .

It's a waste to take it back, so it's better for him to wear it.

Yu Wenjue frowned, thinking to himself, Aren's clothes in autumn were damaged by many accidents, why not make more clothes for him this winter and send them to Shaolin.

"Aren, when will you come down the mountain?" Yu Wenjue murmured while looking at the scenery in the mountain.

Having just experienced a cold and cruel killing, Yu Wenjue especially misses the warmth of being with Xiao Ren.

****

Xiao Ren didn't know that his friends were thinking about him so much, and he didn't know that the winter clothes full of warmth were about to be sent to Shaolin, but he had no chance to wear them this winter.

He just sat at the entrance of the cave frowning, holding the sleeve that read "Crossing the River with a Reed" and looking at it.

Seriously look hard!

The underworld who didn't graduate from high school can't afford to be hurt!

"Please speak Chinese, please? It's okay to speak vernacular Chinese too!" Xiao Ren looked at the martial arts formulas written in classical Chinese with a sad face.

Although he doesn't know any of these words, why is it so difficult to connect them together?

Only at this time did he realize that the martial arts produced by the system is the best. His martial arts books are easy to understand and straightforward.The advantages that he had never paid attention to before, now it seems that the Tiandao system really takes care of him like a traveler the most.

He didn't have the opportunity and time to cross halfway—and besides, he didn't have the patience to learn the profound Chinese culture from scratch.

Now in this environment, it is even more impossible for someone to preach and teach him to solve his doubts.

Xiao Ren sighed in frustration, raised his head and sniffed, and muttered: "God, drop me a Jue, I swear that as long as you send him here, I will never pick his dimples again. !"

Xiao Ren made a gesture of swearing with three fingers together very seriously.

Tiandao ignored this whimsical guy.

Xiao Ren also knew how outrageous this wish was.

Xiao Ren looked down at the monk's robe spread on his knees, gritted his teeth, now there is only one most stupid and most effective way.

That is the back.Rote memorization, chewing on words, and memorizing them backwards!

Read it a hundred times and see for yourself.Xiao Ren could only count on the correctness of what his junior high school Chinese teacher said.

Xiao Ren recited the short [-]-character qinggong formula over and over again, recited it when improving his character, recited it when cooking, recited it when washing clothes, recited it while drying wild fruits, and recited it when feeding rabbits...

He was reciting it all the time, hoping that one day his meaning would come out of his mind straightforwardly.

This boring dizzy day made Xiao Ren feel dizzy when he woke up.

This morning, he came out of the cave beating his shoulders, moving his hands and feet against the cool breeze of the morning sun.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound.

Xiao Ren suddenly tensed up, thinking it was another sneaky green snake.

He took the branch that he used as a sword, and moved towards the withered grass.

I saw a group of gray furry things with their heads buried there.

what is this?

Xiao Ren squatted down and approached the gray ball of hair, he stretched out his hand and poked it.

"Cuckoo..." Mao Tuan immediately stood up and looked up at him, with two round and bright eyes that would make him feel ashamed, looking at the huge monster in front of him in a daze.

Xiao Ren froze.