Sword of Coming

The child was frightened to the extreme, but he became less afraid. He was alone in the world. He was just a child who had just read a few elementary school books. He didn't know how to compromise, and his face was full of hatred. He gritted his teeth and asked: "What's your name?" ?”

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 at himself and said with a smile: "Me? Everyone in the world likes to call me Old Demon Ding, including good and evil. When the disciples of the sect see me, they will probably still call me the supreme leader. .As for my real name, Ding Ying, it has not been used for many years."

The old man asked: "What's your name?"

The child's voice trembled, but he said as loudly as possible: "Cao Qinglang!"

The old man joked: "You took advantage of your name, and with your skin, you will be beaten when you travel around the world."

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

The child could not detect this extremely wonderful skill, but his face turned livid with anger and said, "Fuck you!"

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

The old man didn't take it seriously and saw a few old hens pecking around in the yard.

The old man got up and went to the kitchen, went to the rice vat and took out a handful of rice. After sitting back, he scattered it on the ground. The old hens came quickly with flapping wings and ate happily.

The old man smiled and said: "Everyone in the world is afraid of me, but if you look at it, they are not afraid."

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

The child was too young and his mind was full of hatred. He didn't want to think about this. He just stared at the big devil who killed people without blinking an eye. He only regretted that he was too weak. His mind moved slightly and he remembered that there was a hatchet in the kitchen. It didn't take much. In the capital city, a relatively well-off small family like the child's family had the confidence to ask the passing charcoal seller to stop the ox cart. The hatchet in the house was just for show.

The old man looked at the sky and asked himself: "Of course it is not like this. Ignorant people are fearless. Sometimes, an eagle flies across the sky, and the mice in the field quickly protect the grains under their paws. In our world, this is like this There are not many people, but there are not many. They are no better than ordinary people. They can only see the shadow, such as Yu Zhenyi who went to practice immortality in Songlai Kingdom, the old cook in your Nanyuan Kingdom Prince's Mansion, and Jingang Temple. An old monk giving lectures."

Having said this, Ding Ying stood up, shook his sleeves, flicked his fingers, and the Gang Qi condensed into a line again and again, hitting the window of the side room.

Ding Ying took action too quickly, and the green aura continued to condense on the other side of the window, dotted with stars, like a bright picture of a galaxy.

"There are also some foreigners who come and are not kind and do not come. They are all called banished immortals by us. Playing in the world is like a comet sweeping its tail. They come and go in a hurry. As for how this world has become, how big a trap it is. They never cared about what a terrible mess it became.”

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

Ding Ying smiled and made a gesture of turning the pages of the book, and then clapped his hands gently, as if closing a book, "These people are like reading a page of a book in their spare time, turning over it, and turning over the pages. It doesn't matter whether it says 'collapse of rituals and music', 'bloodshed for thousands of miles', or 'life is ruined'."

"The house of etiquette that has been passed down for thousands of years, the scholarly and pleasant saint's mansion, a freak has come out, and he has become a mess."

"In a small country located in a corner, an ambitious emperor came into being. He was not familiar with military matters at all, but he resorted to militarism. In the past twenty years, half of the country's young and strong people died."

How can a child understand this? He is just immersed in hatred, "Then what did you do?"

This backstreet child named Cao Qinglang burst into tears and said: "You will only kill my parents, grandpa and grandma..."

Cao Qinglang cried with sadness and anger, "What kind of hero are you? You are just a heinous devil!"

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

I really don’t know if this is a childlike innocence or a crazy one.

The child was shaking with anger.

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

The old man raised his arm, made a knife with his palm, and lifted up the fallen meat again and again, "One banished immortal, two banished immortals, three or four, chop them to death. Besides them, there are those who can get rid of me." The top ten people outside, and the 'lower ten' people after that, keep the interesting ones, and kill the ones that are not pleasing to the eye."

The child whimpered.

Ding Ying glanced at the sky.

This time, it’s different from that time sixty years ago.

That's why he chose to stay here instead of taking action personally. After all, he is not crazy yet, trying to challenge nine or even ten top experts by himself. Someone tried to do this sixty years ago, wanting to monopolize the world's martial arts fortune. , and the result was a miserable loss.

If the young master of the flying sword could survive, it would surprise everyone.

Then Ding Ying will leave here when the time comes, so that that person won't be surprised.

Ding Ying knew that this world was like raising gu.

Deep in Ding Ying's heart, there is an unknown secret. In order to solve the mystery, he only cares about one thing. If he lets the sixty years of cultivating Gu be in vain.

Will the other party come to see me?

Who will walk up to him?

Before that, there are two keys.

First, Zhou Shi must die on the street, allowing both Lu Fang and Zhou Fei to take the initiative.

The second is that the owner of Feijian will also die.

Ding Ying looked back at the window and smiled, thinking it was nothing difficult.

An old man with a hooked nose was walking on the bustling streets of Nanyuan Capital. He was not angry and intimidating. He must be from the North. He was extremely tall and stood out from the crowd. He attracted the attention of many local people. There were several people with sharp eyes around the old man. However, the male and female guards with vigorous steps just glanced sideways and turned away those curious and appreciative eyes. The old man was in this most kind city in the world. He had a lot of emotions. He was used to the vastness, vastness and loneliness outside the Great Wall. It was really... He was not used to the huge crowds here. Just when the old man was in a bad mood, a capable man walked quickly from a distance and told his mentor in the prairie dialect that he had found the man at a place called Kejia Bridge. Place, not far away.

The old man asked this disciple to lead the way, and soon he crossed a historic stone bridge and arrived at a shop near the water. It turned out to be a silk and satin shop. The old man asked the disciples to wait outside. The shop was deserted and no customers came. , the old man crossed the threshold alone and saw that behind the low counter, only a head was exposed, with sparse hair and long, crooked melons and cracks.

The shopkeeper saw the old man and said with a smile: "Hey, it's rare to see anyone. I'm not surprised to see anyone recently, but when I see you, it's like the sun is rising in the west. I don't understand. Although Zhou Fei's son, I told you in advance I ventilated and said you were coming, but I didn’t really believe it, so I just thought he was trying to trick me into coming out so he could help his father avoid disaster.”

The shopkeeper walked around the counter, stretched out his hand to signal the hook-nosed old man to sit down somewhere casually, and spoke freely, "Master Cheng, please sit down and talk quickly, otherwise I will have to raise my neck to talk to you, which is a lot of effort. "

The old man who came from afar didn't take it seriously, sat on a rough chair for entertaining guests, and said straight to the point: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't believe the list of ten people in the Admiration Building, I wouldn't have taken the risk here. Neither you nor I are on the list." Among the top five, there is a high possibility of an accident. Feng Qingbai, who is undoubtedly a banished immortal, Ding Laomo's disciple Ya'er, and Zhou Fei's son Zhou Shi, there are three of them now. Who knows if there are still others secretly hiding under the water? Old bastard and little turtle."

The shopkeeper nodded, convinced.

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

This time Jingzhanglou chose to publish the list of ten people in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. This is the key to the real secret.

The old man from outside the Great Wall sneered: "I use the gun and you use the knife. Just like Zhong Qiu, they are all the way of outside boxing. Different from that old fox Yu Zhenyi, as long as it is a life-and-death battle, more or less he will stay." If there are any hidden dangers of injuries, the three of us will definitely not be able to survive sixty years later. For this opportunity, I have fought all the way to this day, and there must be an explanation for all the hidden diseases in my body, big and small!"

At the end of the sentence, the old man patted the handle of the chair gently. The chair was safe and sound, but there were already dense cracks and gaps on the floor of the shop at the foot of the chair.

The disciples of the old man outside the shop noticed the flow of energy in the house, and they all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and their breathing became heavy.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "You disciples don't have very good qualifications. Didn't I hear that you found a little wolf cub with amazing talent in the grassland many years ago? You have trained me carefully over the years, and you are no better than Ya'er and Zhou Shi." Aren’t these proud men of heaven inferior?”

The old man surnamed Cheng said indifferently: "Dead. If the talent is too good, it will be bad."

The shopkeeper said angrily: "Cheng Yuanshan! Even if tiger poison doesn't eat its seeds, do you still have any humanity left?"

This old man who came all the way from outside the Great Wall to Nanyuan Kingdom was none other than Cheng Yuanshan, the Arm Saint who ranked eighth among the ten people in the world.

Twenty years ago, after being among the ten people discharged from the Admiration Building, he quietly went to the grassland outside the Great Wall, and soon became a guest of the Lord of the Grassland.

Cheng Yuanshan squinted at the short old man who lived anonymously in Nanyuan Kingdom, "Liu Zong, are you the only one who has the nerve to talk to me? Knife sharpener, knife sharpener, what does Liu Zong like to sharpen your knives the most?"

Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, laughed.

Cheng Yuanshan said doubtfully: "I just came here, and the Nanyuan Kingdom is the territory that Zhongqiu has worked hard to manage. Which side is Zhongqiu on this time? At first I thought it was Yu Zhenyi, but now it seems that it is not necessarily so? Ding Laomo again What do you want to do? He is the last thing in the world to do, but he has come to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. What is he doing? "

After shopkeeper Liu Zong was mentioned as a "knife sharpener" by the sage Cheng Yuanshan, his momentum surged for a moment, but then he relaxed again, and he became a shop owner again. The little old man pointed at Cheng Yuanshan and joked: : "You just like to think too much."

But Cheng Yuanshan knew very well that Liu Zong had not slowed down his cultivation in the past few years, and even made further progress.

But in the Nanyuan Kingdom, there have been no shocking rumors about Zhongqiu sitting next to the palace for so many years. How could Liu Zong's martial arts not retreat but advance instead of retreating without a whetstone? In addition to secretly killing masters outside the Great Wall in recent years, Cheng Yuanshan also sneaked into the south many times, killing two martial arts masters who were expected to be among the top ten, in order to sharpen his mentality in the dangerous fighting and not dare to slack off at all.

Cheng Yuanshan said: "Zhou Fei has no taboos in his actions. He is too much like the immortals in history. This time he relies on Ding Ying. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, please tell me. Liu Zong, others can't trust him. , you are the exception."

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

Cheng Yuanshan said solemnly: "There are so many people in the world who are called martial arts idiots, but in my heart, the only real martial arts idiot is you, Liu Zong. Like Ding Ying, Zhong Qiu, and Yu Zhenyi, you are the one who was there back then. The few people who survived in the chaotic battle, those ten people, all died and disappeared. Only you, the marginalized people in the game, each got a chance. Ding Ying got the Taoist crown left by the immortal. , Yu Zhenyi obtained a secret book of the Immortal Family, and I don’t know what Zhong Qiu got, but you, Liu Zong, took the initiative to give up the demon sword just because you already have a sword by your side. This kind of choice is unacceptable in the world. Only you can do it."

Liu Zong twirled his sparse beard and said with a smile: "How do you, an outsider who was not personally involved in the disaster, know about such secrets?"

This matter can be said to be the most irritating thing in Liu Zong's life, and it is hard to explain to ordinary people. However, the sage Cheng Yuanshan took the initiative to speak out today, and Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, is still a little complacent.

Cheng Yuanshan was honest, "The new owner chosen by the demon sword 'Refiner' was killed by me with my own hands, but I couldn't keep it."

The Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan has always been arrogant and looked down upon the young people like Jing Xinting who were on the list. As for the other ten people selected by the good guys, Cheng Yuanshan once directly let them know. , so-and-so of these people can bring him tea and water, so-and-so can take off his boots, and so-and-so can help him guard the door and guard the courtyard. None of the ten top masters who are famous in the world can fall into the eyes of his holy Cheng Yuanshan.

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

It can be seen that this time Cheng Yuanshan came to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom without any confidence.

Liu Zong put a finger into his mouth, picked out the remaining shreds of meat from the previous meal from between his teeth, and flicked it casually, "The skill of a butcher depends on the knife he uses best, skinning." How many years can it be used for chopping meat and deboning? The worst knife needs to be replaced with a new one every two or three years. The better knife can be used for seven or eight years. I have been using it since I debuted in the martial arts world, and it is still used today. So far, it has been used for nearly forty years.”

Liu Zong said with a smile: "It's enough to kill those secretive banished immortals. After decades of sharpening the knife, don't let it become the bullshit dragon-slaying skills in the book. It's good when it comes, and it's just right when it comes." "

A Han ethnic scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam was still waiting for his beautiful wife to come back. For her sake, she didn't even care about the gentleman taught by the sage to stay in the kitchen.

They met by chance on the road and met in the world. Although she was six years older than him, she also liked to joke often and said that she was not a good woman, but he didn't think it was okay.

To be able to play such a beautiful pipa, with strong emotions on the battlefield and resentment in the boudoir, it can't do any harm.

There was an inexplicable guy who came to him and told him about a woman from the world.

The scholar felt that if the woman the man was talking about was true, then she was really evil-hearted.

However, the scholar felt that the woman he knew was different. He felt that she was a good woman, well-educated, 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.

I thought about telling her these inner thoughts after seeing her.

King Kong Temple is the largest ten-direction jungle in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. It is also the largest Buddhist holy place in the world with the largest number of monks.

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

A thin and handsome young man, surrounded by dozens of stunning beauties, slowly walked towards this inconspicuous little thatched cottage. The women ranged in age from thirteen or fourteen to forty, and they were all beauties. If there were any admirers, When people are here, they will find that among them there are fairy heroines who are famous all over the world, as well as noble ladies with noble families. Without exception, they are all stunning beauties.

There are many flags surrounding the hut.

The young man was like a son of a prince who was traveling with beautiful women. Along the way, he explained to the women the origin and origin of Buddhist terms such as Shifang, Jungle, Moment, and Banner. The women were mostly from superior backgrounds, and there were many knowledgeable people. Some of them were spoiled. He smiled and pointed out some of the young man's mistakes, but he did not explain anything. He only said that local customs differed from place to place, and the sayings in his hometown were more in line with the tenets of Buddhism.

The meditating old monk opened his eyes and asked with a smile: "Donor Zhou, since you have received Ding Ying's promise and firmly occupied a place, why do you still come here?"

The young man surnamed Zhou raised his hand and signaled the women not to follow him. He walked to the hut alone and said with a smile: "Give my useless son a golden body of Arhat from the Master."

He approached the threshold, raised his feet, and asked politely: "Do you want to take off your boots? I'm afraid of dirtying the Master's clean monastery."

The old monk smiled and said: "The soil on the boots is clean. In the heart of Almsgiver Zhou, is it useful to take off the boots?"

The young man said helplessly: "You bald people like to talk about these useless nonsense everywhere, euphemistically calling it Zen Machine. I really don't like it."

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

The old monk sighed and said, "Almsgiver Zhou is wise and understands all kinds of principles. It's a pity that he doesn't want to look back."

The young man still took off his boots, crossed the threshold, and sat down on the edge of the door. He raised an arm and pointed at the beauties behind him, who were fat and thin in their own way. "If they are the Dharma that I want, monk, you How should you persuade me?"

The old monk said with a grimace: "It's really tiring to fight against you immortals."

The young man pretended, bowed his head and clasped his hands, smiled and sang Amitabha.

The old monk's face, which was already withered and miserable, became increasingly wrinkled and frowning.

If an ordinary bastard cannot enter the Jingang Temple, even the dignitaries of the Nanyuan Kingdom still cannot find this thatched cottage, but the young man in front of him, who looks like a weakling, is named Zhou Fei.

He is the fourth greatest master in the world. He has a profound knowledge of martial arts. It would be no exaggeration to say that he has reached the pinnacle. He is also proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It is absolutely true that those women like him. Maybe they were forced to have no choice at the beginning. They already had a favorite man, and even a loyal woman who married early as a wife and raised her husband and children was kidnapped by Zhou Fei or the minions of the Spring Chao Palace. After arriving in the mountains, after getting along day and night, whether it was just a few months, or it could last three to five years or even ten years, there was still no one who could not express his true feelings towards Zhou Fei.

This is a strange thing that makes no sense.

People at the bottom of the world always like to describe Spring Chao Palace, the "King of the Mountain", as an ugly monster as bloated as a pig, or a violent man who kills people. In fact, this is not the case. Regardless of the vendetta in the world, he only says that he has a crush on the woman he likes. , Zhou Fei is not only charming and suave, but also always looks young.

Zhou Fei smiled and said, "Isn't it worth looking forward to having father and son ascend together?"

The old monk sighed: "The golden body of Baihe Temple was indeed hidden by the poor monk before. However, after donor Ding appeared in the capital again after sixty years, he immediately moved it to the Nanyuan Palace. Donor, you are late."

Zhou Fei stared into the old monk's eyes. After a moment, he changed the subject and asked: "I heard that there is a blue dress floating around in the capital, which is invisible to the naked eye. Old monk, have you seen it?"

Without waiting for the old monk to answer, Zhou Fei narrowed his eyes and said in a serious tone: "I hope you saw it!"

The murderous intent 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 would kill all the Vajra Temple, he would definitely do what he said. There would never be a little novice monk or a sweeping monk left.

Zhou Fei smiled heartily, and put away the strong murderous intention that seemed to be real, "The Arhat's golden body and Feitian clothes from Nanyuan Kingdom, the protective armor from Songlai Kingdom, and the demonic sword outside the Great Wall that can break all spells. These are In the past sixty years, a total of four treasures have appeared in the world. If the person who succeeds is one of the ten, his status will naturally be more stable. The master who is close to the ten will be even more powerful, and he is expected to squeeze out a poor unlucky person. insect."

The old monk seemed to have made up his mind and put down all his burdens. His expression was much calmer, and he asked Zhou Fei as usual: "Donor Zhou, is Buddhism prosperous in your hometown?"

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

The old monk asked again, "There are some books that record the trivial words mentioned by you banishing immortals. Those who speak the right words can burn a large swamp, break a mountain with a punch, turn into a flying sword with a breath, and take people's heads." Thousands of miles away, riding the wind across the rivers and seas, you can capture a dragon with one hand, is it true?"

Zhou Fei was about to speak.

A woman in white floated over and landed directly outside the thatched cottage. Her face was full of fear, "Young master was seriously injured over there in Zhuangyuan Lane."

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

The young woman with a cold and charming appearance stopped talking 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, you are also a waste. You can't even protect my son..."

The white jade palm on his forehead, with five fingers like hooks, seemed eager to lift the cover of his heavenly spirit.

Zhou Fei put away his fingers, patted his knees gently, and suddenly waved his sleeves back.

The stunning woman kneeling outside the house, like a rag bag, flew backwards with a bang. Before landing, she was shattered in the air. The woman behind made way, but many people were splashed with blood, but they didn't. One person dared to show the slightest hint of resentment.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing." Zhou Fei exhaled heavily and said with a smile: "Old monk, let's continue to talk about our affairs. After we finish chatting, I will go and solve some housework."

The old monk was speechless.

Zhou Fei didn't force anyone to do anything difficult, and asked: "How did you get seriously injured?"

Only then did he realize that the woman was dead, Zhou Fei reached out his sleeve with one hand and quickly made a secret, which was a secret that had not been recorded in any Buddhist sect in the world.

The ethereal figure of a woman vaguely appeared outside the house. She was still terrified after death and floated timidly towards Zhou Fei. Her lips moved slightly but there was no sound.

But Zhou Fei was the only one who could clearly "hear".

The old monk sighed.

There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world.