Sword of Coming

In the ancestral house of the Ma family on Xinghua Lane, the golden-armored god who had been walking around the town walked back to the courtyard. It was strange that no one noticed such a big true god walking around.

The young man Ma Kuxuan squatted on the steps outside the door. After seeing the golden-armored god, his face was filled with hope. The military monk from Zhenwu Mountain asked, "How is it?"

The god was dressed in golden armor with a majestic appearance. His lips moved slightly, but Ma Kuxuan couldn't hear any sound, so he looked anxiously at the sword cultivator in the room. The latter sighed: "He said that your grandma committed too many sins during her lifetime. Before death, the three souls and the seven souls were already the same as the body, just like the old age, so after your grandma died, the life soul decayed at the same time. This town is different from other places. It is naturally resistant to ghosts and ghosts, so she did not find you. Grandma’s remaining soul.”

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

The Zhenwu Mountain Sword Cultivator's face changed drastically. He was afraid that Ma Kuxuan would offend the true god named Yin, and when he was about to stop the young man, the golden-armored god for some unknown reason actually spoke in the orthodox Mandarin of East Aquarius Continent: "No, no. Yes, it really can’t be done.”

After saying this, the mighty god general shrouded in golden light looked at the Zhenwu Mountain Sword Cultivator in the room. The latter took a deep breath, held incense with his hands, and bowed three times to the god general in the courtyard. Every time he prays, a light golden breath as thick as a hair floats out from the Jianxiu Niwan acupoint of Zhenwu Mountain, and is then gently inhaled into the nose by the golden-armored god.

After three times, the god-man rose from the ground and turned into a bright beam of light and left the world.

Zhenwushan sword cultivator's face turned pale, he moved a chair and sat down, letting out a breath of turbid air.

This is the real reason for the popular saying, “It is easy to invite gods, but difficult to send away.”

Ma Kuxuan looked away with an indifferent expression, turned around and walked into the house, sat next to the cold corpse, reached out and grabbed the old woman's withered palm, and stared at her face. The young man did not speak for a long time.

The man carrying the sword took off the tiger charm from his waist. The color was slightly dimmer than before, and he slowly put it into his sleeve.

The man with the sword rested for a moment, got up and did not go to the young man. Instead, he sat on the threshold, with his back to the young man, and said slowly: "Your grandma should have been slapped at the door. She was slapped with great force. Her whole body was... He was thrown into the house and died. You may not like to hear some of the words that follow, but you should at least know the truth. Most of the people who took action were Qi practitioners who did not know the severity of the action. In addition, your grandma's body bones were not strong, so she died. Since it was a Qi Practitioner who took action, it is probably related to Chen Ping'an and the foreign girl in Mud Bottle Lane, or the young woman who deliberately ruined Shui Guan's mood at the covered bridge before, in order to take revenge. The former may be Sex is very small, and the possibility of the latter is very high. Therefore, you went to the mass grave to kill Chen Ping'an out of filial piety to your grandma, but it was the cause of death. But you never thought that when you went out, you would Someone just came to pick a fight."

Ma Kuxuan stretched out a trembling hand and gently pressed the back of his hand against his grandma's cheek, which was swollen and already turned black and blue.

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

The man carrying the sword said: "From a secular perspective, yes or no. If based on..."

Ma Kuxuan didn't want to listen to this man anymore. He stood up and said with a ferocious smile: "You can't massacre a city and destroy a country, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, you can't do these things, you can't do those things! Then, can you do revenge and murder?! "

Without waiting for the man to give an answer, Ma Kuxuan continued: "If I can't even do this, then what's the point of me being a military monk? Why don't I just become a big devil who does whatever I want? Why didn't I agree to that pair of Taoist priests and nuns? , what kind of sect are you going to?!"

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

"Just like today."

"Also, in fact, there are some things that I may not have said thoroughly before. For example, when it comes to killing, everyone actually has a line. How many people you can kill and how many people I can kill are absolutely different. Not just because I am better than You are strong and high-level, and a person's character is also very important. Maybe I killed a hundred people, and they were all people who should be killed, but you only killed two or three, and there were people who shouldn't be killed."

Ma Kuxuan suddenly sneered and said: "Whether or not to kill, how to kill, I ask you what you are doing, do you need your help? I almost forgot, I am not an official disciple of Zhenwu Mountain yet!"

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

A black cat quickly jumped out from under the Eight Immortals table, and Ma Kuxuan followed it and ran outside the house.

The man was unimpressed.

You must know that the country where the man lives fell into turmoil a hundred and fifty years ago. The mountains and rivers were broken, and the war for a hundred years was so cruel that it surpassed the East Aquarius Island. The last ten million households lived in it. When the new dynasty ended that catastrophe, only There are less than 800,000 households left. So in the end, many young children felt that no one in the world needed to be collected and buried after death.

A man is one of these children.

The man stood up slowly. Instead of reminding Ma Kuxuan that the murderer had been driven out of the town, he wanted to ask Master Ruan a question.

Why is it that Buddhism has been in decline for thousands of years in East Aquarius Continent, and only some small countries will regard it as a national teacher. In this small town, it is also the weakest, but the cycle of cause and effect is so obvious.

The military swordsman followed the young man from a distance.

Even if Ma Kuxuan is already a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, the man will not interfere too much in the young man's personal grudges.

We live and die together on the battlefield, and we are responsible for life and death on the path of spiritual practice.

Of course, there are no absolutes. Just like Ma Kuxuan almost died at the hands of Chen Pingan before, the man took action to save Ma Kuxuan. There are two reasons. One is that deep down in his heart, he does not want a genius like Ma Kuxuan to die prematurely. He hopes that Ma Kuxuan Xuan was able to hone his skills in Zhenwu Mountain, and both his talent and temperament improved to a higher level. He hoped that the young man could become one of the representatives of military strategists and shine in the coming great war and chaos. The other one was Mr. Qi who took the initiative and said that the two young men, Ma Kuxuan and Chen Ping'an, could decide the winner, but not life or death.

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

The man followed the young man from a distance and found that after Ma Kuxuan experienced the initial excitement, his steps became slower and slower, becoming more and more relaxed, and finally he looked like an ordinary young man going shopping. But when the black cat jumped from a roof to the young man's shoulder, then jumped to the ground, turned around, and flew away, it seemed to tell the young man that he had found his target. After that, the boy started jogging and his temperament changed again.

The slight spring rain only caused pedestrians on the street to hurry, far from reaching the point of sheltering under the eaves.

A pair of richly dressed young men and women were walking towards the street from Qilong Lane. They seemed to have their own opportunities, and their faces were full of joy. However, a young man taught them what it means to be dependent on each other for blessings and misfortunes. The young man started running from a distance of more than fifty steps behind the two of them, and the two of them started running. When he was ten steps away, he shouted loudly, and when the young man turned around to look, Ma Kuxuan struck out with a swift and forceful punch.

A punch to the head.

The young man flew out and fell heavily onto the street. His body twitched slightly and showed no signs of struggling to get up.

After the punch, the boy landed on his feet, standing side by side with the young woman.

Ma Kuxuan twisted his body and swung lightning with his left hand towards the woman's neck. The cultivating woman, who was half a head taller than him, was knocked to the ground by the young man's arm with a bang.

The woman's head hit the muddy ground.

Ma Kuxuan stretched out a foot and stepped on the woman's forehead. He 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 young woman with an excellent appearance, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose and ears were bleeding, and she looked at the condescending dark boy with a horrified face.

The young man's face was ferocious, "I, Ma Kuxuan, have ruined your spiritual state of mind. If you take revenge later, even if you chop me to death, I will accept my fate and will never resent you. Even if you fail to take revenge, if I am in a good mood, I will still I will let you go and be willing to play with you a few more times. In my opinion, the world should be so clear and refreshing."

The woman was probably the pride of her sect. She had never seen such a scene before. She was so frightened that she couldn’t even remember what the ferocious young man said. She just begged for mercy: “Let me go, please let me go.” I didn't kill your grandma, I didn't know anything about it..."

The young man gradually increased the force on the soles of his feet and slowly pressed the side of the woman's head into the mud. "Do you know what I hate you most? It's that you can still be so careless after committing a crime! There is no guilt at all, not at all... …”

The young man's words were filled with tears and his eyes were full of hatred.

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

The young man smiled softly and said, "Oh? What a coincidence, I am the grandson of my grandma Malanhua!"

The boy suddenly raised his foot a little, and then wiped the sole of his shoe on the woman's delicate cheek, "Tide Cavalry, right? 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 hand side, the man from Zhenwu Mountain stood in the distance with his sword behind his back. On the right side, there was an elegant young man holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing next to the poor guy 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, but the wet boy held her neck down. After the woman did not dare to move, the boy let go of his hand, slapped the woman's cheek with his palm, and said with a smile: "Remember Stay here, my name is Ma Kuxuan, and I will definitely come find you in the future. And that guy who is not in the town, you must thank him, otherwise our relationship will not be so good. "

Ma Kuxuan finally spit on the woman's face.

The young man stood up and walked towards the man from Zhenwu Mountain and asked in a low voice: "Who is that man?"

The sword cultivator said calmly: "He is the future mountain master of Guanhu Academy, one of the seventy-two academies of Confucianism. His name is Cui Minghuang, and he has a distinguished background. This time he is also here to retrieve the most important thing. The city is very deep, so be careful in the future. If nothing unexpected happens, you have already been targeted by him."

Ma Kuxuan frowned and said, "This person gives people a very different impression from Mr. Qi from the school."

The sword cultivator laughed dumbly and said: "Do you think a few scholars can stick to their true intentions like Mr. Qi?"

He hesitated for a moment and then explained: "There are rumors from the outside world that Mr. Qi's realm fell and his mood was broken after the defeat of his mentor, so he agreed to be relegated to this small world. Although he is constantly being eroded by the pressure of heaven, he can Do whatever you want. I don’t think so.”

Ma Kuxuan was not interested in this. He turned around and saw the man holding an umbrella squatting next to the woman, probably trying to comfort her with kind words.

Ma Kuxuan withdrew his gaze and walked side by side with the man carrying the sword. The young man returned to Xinghua Lane with heavy steps.

The man said: "Your body is seriously injured. Don't leave any hidden diseases, otherwise it will hinder your future practice."

Ma Kuxuan stretched out his hand to wipe the rain off his face and suddenly asked: "What does our small town mean to outsiders?"

Jianxiu replied: "It's just like the creek outside the town. It's a mixed bag of fish and dragons. There are shallow shoals that are no bigger than your knees, and deep pools that are bottomless."

Ma Kuxuan asked: "Have foreigners ever drowned when they came here to experience treasure hunting?"

Jian Xiu smiled, shook his head and said: "I almost didn't do it before. Most of the time, it was peace and wealth, and everyone was happy. This time is an exception."

In Yang's shop, a heroic girl quickly crossed the threshold with a young man on her back, and asked a middle-aged shop assistant, "Is Mr. Yang here?"

The man saw the girl's extraordinary bearing and did not dare to neglect him. He nodded and said, "I just finished collecting the medicinal materials in the backyard. Do you have anything?"

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

The waiter hesitated for a moment but did not bother, and led them to the main room in the backyard. An old man was tapping the table with his old cigarette pole. Standing in the corner of the room was a sloppy man who was the gatekeeper from the east side of the town. Zheng Dafeng, a bachelor, may be one thing that brings another. When Zheng Dafeng met Old Man Yang, he looked like he was arrogant and did not dare to breathe. He no longer had the usual slick and rogue virtues.

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 boy behind the girl, Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan's lips turned white at this time, his whole body was trembling, and his hands were almost desperately wrapped around the girl's neck.

Old Man Yang stood up unhurriedly, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a cigarette stick, he came to the girl, looked at the young man, and said hoarsely: "How many times have I told you, the less fortunate you are, the less fortunate you will be. The more you cherish your life and your blessings, why, if you encounter some setbacks and you have to live or die, then why didn't you go with your mother in the first place? Wouldn't it be more troublesome? Master Yao is right. He always talked about watching it when he was three years old. Look at your age at the age of three, you are not going to live long, even if I teach you good craftsmanship and real kung fu, it will be a waste and will be thrown into the ground early."

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

Who would have thought he was such a sarcastic old man.

The old man sarcastically said: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Chen Pingan nodded slightly, already speechless.

After the girl woke up on her back, the effect of the medicine had probably worn off. In fact, the attack had already started at that time, but Chen Pingan felt that he could hold on for a while. When Ning Yao carried him to the corridor bridge, he knew that he couldn't hold on anymore. , so Ning Yao didn't even bother to retrieve the knife on the road by the stream, and hurriedly carried him to Yang's shop.

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

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

The old man then muttered: "It's not a shame to have a little girl carry it on my back."

Ning Yao suppressed his anger and carefully asked Chen Pingan to sit on the bench. However, as soon as she let go, the boy was shaky.

Ning Yao was just about to reach out to help him, but although the young man couldn't speak, his eyes indicated that he didn't need her help.

The old man took a puff of his homemade dry cigarette, looked at the young man's body and appearance, and said: "It's a veritable ruin. Well, I have a clear conscience."

The old man was completely indifferent to the boy's bone-chilling pain. "What kind of good life is Liu Xianyang? What kind of bad life do you have? You don't have a clue after so many years? If he dies once, it's almost enough for you to die ten times. Do you understand?"

Ning Yao really couldn't stand the old man's strange words, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yang, can you help Chen Ping'an relieve pain first?"

The old man had a stooped figure, turned to look at the girl sideways, and asked lightly, "Are you a man?"

Ning Yao looked at each other angrily.

The old man stopped paying attention to the girl, turned back and looked at the young man.

The old man was lost in thought.

Finally, the old man curled his lips, sighed, and tapped Chen Pingan's shoulder a little, and his arms and legs twice with his old cigarette stick.

In an instant.

The young man was lying on his side, resting his elbow on his head on the bench.

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

Chen Ping'an instantly closed his eyes and fell asleep, snoring loudly.