Force scumbags to follow good records

Limbs and arms are broken, the smell of blood permeates, accompanied by the stench of decay, the setting sun is like blood, reflecting the inhuman cruel land after the war, corpses are everywhere, but it is impossible to tell which family is the son, husband and brother.

Such a scene is a nightmare that will never go away, but it is also the scene that Linghu Shaoqing experienced the longest when he was young.

Linghu Shaoqing, a direct disciple of the South China Sea Sword Sect, was in the face of a national crisis. The South China Sea Sword Sect fully supported the Anping County Palace to fight against foreign enemies. It was then that Linghu Shaoqing came to the Anping County Palace and met his loyal master in the future. The brother is like a father, the famous sword Hou Jiang Keran.

The famous sword Hou Jiang Keran is very young, at least he looks very young. If it weren't for his master and this very young famous sword Hou calling him brothers and sisters, Linghu Shaoqing would not have known that this person in front of him looked not much older than himself. The guy, is the deadly enemy who has been fighting openly and secretly with his master for half his life, and is his elder.

"Why does he look so young?" Linghu Shaoqing, who was still very childish at that time, asked the master like this.

The master with slightly white temples rolled his eyes and said: "Back then, there was a family scandal in the mansion of the famous sword Marquis. Jiang Chaoyi, the famous sword marquis of that generation, kicked out his eldest son Jiang Yuanxiu from the house. He originally wanted to pass the family business to his second son. It was revealed that his second son was not of the blood of the Jiang family. Hehe, later on, Jiang Chaoyi had no choice but to ask the eldest son to go home, but Jiang Yuanxiu was unwilling. Fortunately, Jiang Yuanxiu had enough children, so he sent one of them back. The famous Jianhou Mansion inherits the Jiang family's family business, and also gave him the housekeeper's unique study "Nine Turns Heart Sutra" as a gift."

"Is the 'Nine Turns Heart Sutra' very powerful? How is it better than my South Sea Sword Sect's internal strength?" Linghu Shaoqing asked his master.

"Hmph, my South China Sea Sword School's "Storming Waves Beating the Shore" was realized by the patriarch when he was cultivating in the majestic waves. "Linghu Shaoqing's master replied like this.

Knowing the master's stubborn and unyielding personality, Linghu understood that the effect of beauty can't be compared with what the master said, but in fact, the "Nine Turns Heart Sutra" is more powerful than "The Surging Waves Beat the Shore".

At that time, Linghu Shaoqing was still very immature, and he still had very youthful thoughts, and was a little bit annoyed that his sect was being compared. Although as a junior, he did not dare to compete with the famous sword Hou Jiangkeran, he would target his subordinates from time to time. Nie Changge, a child of the same age that Jianhou brought along, would always make the very shy Nie Changge cry.

Every time he made Nie Changge cry, the Holy Majesty, who was only a descendant of the Anping County King's Mansion at that time, brought the then young Jingping County King to fight, pulling and pulling, and they pulled into a ball.

At that time, Yu Cunxu hadn't rebelled, they hadn't been on the battlefield and fought with the Turkic people, and they didn't know how cruel the so-called war was.

The first time Linghu Shaoqing killed someone was on the night of the Manichaeism raid. It was also the day he first met that old monster of the Manichaeism who didn't know how long he had lived.

Master died of serious injuries that time.

He screamed and slashed desperately with the sword in his hand, trying to rush to the side of the master, but the strong wind that hung when the master fought the old monster blew him away, and the famous sword Hou Jiang Keran caught him , then threw him into Nie Changge's arms, and said sharply, "Changge, watch him!"

Then the famous sword Hou Jiang Ke Ranfei drew his sword and went to help the master, but it was too late.

The master was seriously injured, and later Linghu Shaoqing found out that the master could not be so seriously injured, because the lightness kung fu of the South Sea Sword School is unique in the world, the master can actually run, facing that inhuman old monster, He could actually run, but Master knew that if he ran away, the famous sword lord who had gone out to support the front battlefield had not returned, and no one in the Prince's Mansion of Anping County was a match for that old monster, and he would be slaughtered miserably. The previous delay in recovering the northern homeland caused by Cunxu's rebellion will repeat itself.

So the master didn't run away, knowing that he was no match for the old monster and knowing that he would die, but the master stayed and tried his best to hold the old monster back, buying time for others to escape.

Linghu Shaoqing remembered that Ming Jianhou exhausted his true energy and tried his best for his master's injury, and dragged on for nearly two years. Then he was really helpless, so he had to go to the Shaolin Temple to obtain the "Yi Jin Jing" to fight for the front line of his master's injury. vitality.

At that time, Linghu Shaoqing was no longer immature and innocent. Linghu Shaoqing, who had fought on the battlefield with a long sword and silver gun in his hand, already looked a bit like the number one master in the world who would make the world fearful in the future, cold, Ruthless, awe-inspiring.

Linghu Shaoqing remembered that when Ming Jianhou took him and Nie Changge to the Shaolin Temple, he looked at the peaceful temple hidden in the mist of Buddha, and those "eminent monks" who were meditating and practicing Zen. The reverence for the Buddha is not the peace that he should have in the place of worshiping the Buddha, but the anger, because of the bloody and inescapable nightmare that lingers in his nose every day.

He looked at the famous Jianhou and the monks of Shaolin Temple in a low voice, exhausted his tongue, and said: "No matter what the ancestors of the South Sea Sword Sect had with the Central Plains martial arts, but now Zhang Shoucheng was seriously injured in order to resist foreign enemies, no matter what the past is, It’s time to pass, it’s important to save people.”

He remembered that all kinds of entreaties were unsuccessful, and a Shaolin lay disciple satirized Ming Jianhou and said: "Ming Jianhou and the South Sea Sword Sect have not always been in harmony, and there have been many entanglements in the past. How come they suddenly become so close?"

He remembered the first time that the ever-gentle and elegant Jianhou got angry, Ruyu's brows and eyes were frosty, and fire was burning in his eyes.

He remembered that the famous Jianhou stood there and said to the monks: "Jiang is not talented. He did have a lot of conflicts with Zhang Shoucheng, the head of the Nanhai Sword Sect in the past, but Jiang knows one thing - in front of national hatred, family hatred is nothing. !"

He remembered that he was holding the spear in his hand, pointing at those bald donkeys and yelling: "The world is devastated, the people are crying, and the bones of the Central Plains are buried everywhere, and ghosts are crying everywhere. Those who practice martial arts and Buddha, if they can see it with their own eyes. The family and the country are in catastrophe, but you are alone! The Buddhists are merciful, which kind of compassion have you cultivated!"

Linghu still remembered that kind of anger after a long, long time.

Later, the master was gone, and the famous Jianhou also died in the hands of that old monster. Linghu Shaoqing didn't remember how many elders and old friends he sent away, until Chang'an was restored, until the boy who used to always fight with him and Nie Changge Made the emperor.

Looking at the dilapidated Chang'an being restored little by little, Linghu thought that this land of the Central Plains was being restored little by little.

For this Chang'an, for this land of the Central Plains, he lost too much, and too many people gave their lives.

He can't leave, he can't let go, otherwise how will he face those lost ancestors and companions.

Can bear the living, can bear the dead?