In the ancestral house of the Ma family in Xinghua Lane, the golden-armored god who had been touring the town walked back to the courtyard. It was strange that no one noticed such a big true god walking around.
The young 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 dying years, so after your grandma died, her 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. The remaining soul of your grandma."
Ma Kuxuan looked ferocious, raised his head and roared at the god general: "I don't care what method you use, go and get my grandma's soul back. !”
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 reason unexpectedly used the Eastern Treasure Vase. Zhou Zhengtong Mandarin said: "If you have to do something, you really can't do it."
After saying this, the mighty god general shrouded in golden light looked at Zhenwushan Sword Cultivator in the room, who Taking a deep breath, holding incense with both hands, he bowed three times to the deity 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 easier to invite gods than to send them away."
After Ma Kuxuan looked away with an indifferent expression, he turned around and walked into the house. He sat next to the cold corpse, reached out and grabbed the old woman's withered palm, and stared at her face. The young man couldn't help but stare at her face for a long time. say.
The man carrying the sword took off the tiger charm from his waist. The color was slightly darker 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 boy. Instead, he sat on the threshold, with his back to the boy, and said slowly: "Your grandma must have been slapped at the door. , the force was so great that he was thrown into the house and died. You may not like to hear the following words, but you should at least know the truth. Most of the people who took action were Qi practitioners, and they did not know the severity of the action, and your grandma's body was weak. It was not solid, so he died. Since it was a Qi practitioner who took action, it was 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. , the former is very unlikely, and the latter is very likely. Therefore, you went to the mass grave to kill Chen Ping'an out of filial piety to your grandma, but you never expected it. , as soon as you go out, someone will come to the door to provoke you."
Ma Kuxuan was trembling.Stretching out a hand, he gently pressed the back of his hand against his grandma's cheek, which was swollen and already showing a dark blue color.
The young man said softly: "So I killed my grandma, right?"
The man carrying the sword said: "From a secular point of view, it is not true. If it is according to ..."
Ma Kuxuan didn't want to listen to this man anymore, stood up and said with a ferocious smile: "You can't do it by massacring the city and destroying the country, you can't do it by killing innocent people indiscriminately, you can't do these things, you can't do those things! Is it possible to kill someone in revenge?”
Ma Kuxuan continued, “If I can’t even do this, then why am I useless as a military monk?” Why don't you just be a big demon who does whatever you want? Why didn't you agree to go to that sect?"
The man hesitated for a moment and said, "As long as you can bear all the consequences. ”
“Just like today”
“Also, there are some things that I may not have said thoroughly before, such as murder. In fact, everyone has their own line. You. There is absolutely no difference in how many people I can kill. Not only because I am stronger and have a higher level than you, but a person's character is also very important. Maybe I killed a hundred people, but they all deserved to be killed. "People, and you only killed two or three, there are people who shouldn't be killed."
Ma Kuxuan suddenly sneered and said: "Whether to kill, how to kill, I ask you what to do." I still need your help! I almost forgot, I am not an official disciple of Zhenwu Mountain yet!"
The young man looked down 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 sprang out from under the Eight Immortals table, and Ma Kuxuan followed it and ran outside.
The man didn’t take it seriously.
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. After the catastrophe that ended the dynasty, there were 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 has Buddhism been in decline for thousands of years in East Aquarius Continent? Only some small countries will regard it as a national teacher. In this small town, it is also the weakest. However, the cycle of cause and effect continues. 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 road of spiritual practice.
Of course, there are no absolutes. Just like Ma Kuxuan almost died at the hands of Chen Ping'an before, the man took action to save Ma Kuxuan for two reasons. One was deep in his heart.I don’t want a genius like Ma Kuxuan to die prematurely. I hope that Ma Kuxuan can hone his skills in Zhenwu Mountain and improve his talent and temperament to a higher level. I hope that the young man can become one of the representatives of the military strategist and continue his career. In the troubled times that followed, he shone brightly. 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 discovered 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 enthusiasm, 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 spring rain is subtle, but it only makes pedestrians on the street hurry up, far from the point of taking shelter 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. It was just that a young man taught them what it means to be dependent on each other for good and bad fortune. The young man, more than fifty years behind them, He started running a few steps away, and shouted "Hey" loudly when he was twenty steps away. When the young man turned his head and looked, it was Ma Kuxuan's swift and unrestrained punch.
Punch to the head.
The young man flew out and fell heavily on the street. His body twitched slightly and showed no signs of struggling to get up.
After the punch, the boy's feet landed on the ground, just 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 down by the young man's arm with a bang. On the ground.
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 can check it myself.”
The young woman with a very good appearance, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose and ears were bleeding, and she looked at the condescending dark boy with horror on her 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 with a knife, 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 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 is probably from her own sect. The proud man of heaven has never seen such a scene before. He was so frightened that he probably couldn’t even remember what the ferocious young man said. He just begged for mercy: “Let me go, please let me go. I didn’t kill your grandma.” Yes, I don’t know anything about it..."
The boy gradually increased the force on the soles of his feet, slowly pressing the side of the woman’s head into the mud, "Do you know what I hate you most?? After committing a crime, you can still take it so seriously! I don’t feel guilty 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 ankle, his 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, and I can agree to whatever you want..."< /p>
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 left and right. On the left, a man from Zhenwu Mountain stood in the distance with a sword behind his back. On the right, there was an elegant young man holding an oil-paper umbrella. Standing next to the poor guy who fell to the ground, he looked 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 and slapped the woman's head with his palm. Cheek, smiled and said: "Remember, my name is Ma Kuxuan, I will definitely look for you in the future. And that guy who is not in the town, you must thank him properly, otherwise our relationship will not be so good. "
Ma Kuxuan finally spat on the woman's face.
The young man stood up and walked towards the Zhenwu Mountain man and asked in a low voice: "Who is that person? "
Jian Xiu said calmly: "He is the future mountain master of Guanhu Academy, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies. His name is Cui Minghuang, and he has a distinguished background. This time I'm here to retrieve the winning thing. The city is very deep, so be careful in the future. If nothing unexpected happens, you've already been targeted by him. "
Ma Kuxuan frowned and said: "This person gives people a very different impression from Mr. Qi from the school. "
Jian Xiu 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: “It is said that after the fall of his mentor, Mr. Qi’s realm fell and his mood was broken, so he agreed to be relegated to this small world. Although he endured it all the time, The erosion of the coercion of heaven can do whatever it wants. I don't think so. ”
Ma Kuxuan was not interested in these. He turned around and saw the man holding an umbrella squatting next to the woman, probably offering some kind words to comfort her.
Ma Kuxuan Withdrawing his gaze and walking 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 the 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? "
Jian Xiu replied: "Just like the creek outside the town.Well, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, there are shallow shoals that are no deeper than the knees, and there are also deep pools that are bottomless. "
Ma Kuxuan asked: "In the past, when foreigners came here to experience treasure hunting, did anyone drown? "
Jian Xiu smiled, shook his head and said: "I almost didn't know how to do it before. Most of the time, harmony brought wealth and everyone was happy. This time is an exception. "
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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: "Mr. Yang Are you here? "
The man saw the girl's extraordinary bearing and did not dare to neglect him. He nodded and said: "I just finished packing the medicinal materials in the backyard. What do you do? "
The girl nodded and said solemnly: "We are familiar with Old Man Yang, and we want to ask him for a medicine. ”
The man hesitated for a moment, and without any further entanglement, led them to the main room in the backyard. An old man was tapping his cigarette pole gently on the table. A slovenly man stood far away in the corner of the room. It was the gatekeeper from the east side of the town, the bachelor Zheng Dafeng. Maybe one thing brought another. When Zheng Dafeng met Old Man Yang, he looked like he didn't dare to breathe, and he no longer had the usual slick and rogue behavior.
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. p>Chen Ping'an's lips were white at this time, his whole body was trembling, and his hands were almost desperately wrapped around the girl's neck.
Old Yang stood up slowly, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a cigarette rod. 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 more you have to cherish your life and your blessings. Why, if you encounter some setbacks, you will have to live or die, then you Why wouldn't it be easier if you didn't go with your mother? You, Master Yao, are right. When he was alive, he always said that you will be old at the age of three. You are not a person who will 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 Yang should be a kind-hearted old man who smiles all day long.
Who would have thought that he would be such a mean old man.
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The old man sarcastically said: "Does it hurt a lot? ”
Chen Pingan nodded slightly, already speechless.
After the girl woke up on her back, it was probably because the effect of the medicine had worn off. In fact, the attack had already started at that time, but Chen Pingan felt that he could hold on for a while, but when Ning Yao carried him to the covered 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 it on his back. He rushed to Yang's shop.
The old man smiled and said: "It hurts, 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 let a little girl carry it on my back. ”
Ning Yao suppressed his anger and carefully let Chen Pingan sit on the bench. However, as soon as she let go, the boy shook his head.About to fall.
Ning Yao was about to reach out to help him. Although the young man could not speak, his eyes indicated that he did not need her help.
The old man took a puff of 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 fate does Liu Xianyang have, and what kind of bad fate do you have, and you don't even know it 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 was stooped and turned his head to look sideways. Looking at the girl, Yun Danfeng asked lightly: "Are you a man?"
Ning Yao looked at her 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, with his elbow on his head, lying on the bench.
The old man shouted softly: "Go to sleep!"
Chen Pingan closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly, snoring loudly.