Fear the sword, for wrath provokes the punishment of the sword, that you may know that there is recompense. Pen & Fun & Cousin www.biquge.info Job 19:29

What kind of thing is a sword?

It can bring war to the earth, and it can bring peace to the earth.

The umbilical cord can be cut for the fetus to bring life. It can also reap the revelations of people, and be as silent as death.

This is the most strange contradiction in this world!

There are those who hate the sword because it brings him destruction.

There are people who love swords, because they bring him stability.

In fact, everyone has a knife in their hearts, waiting for the right time to twitch, and then stab themselves or others......

"There was once a missionary in the Vatican who was a zealous and godly man. He prayed to St. Peter's Basilica every morning and evening, gave thanks for three meals a day, and was zealous for the ministry, often weeping and fasting. He could recite the entire prayer and then kneel in front of the icon for three days and three nights in a row.

So he's very capable, and the ability he has gained is unprecedented, with an extremely strong blade of killing and cutting.

Because of such great power, he thought that he had the strength to protect himself, so he went to North Africa as a missionary. The situation in North Africa was very bad at that time, and it seemed to him to be full of evil and witchcraft. His preaching was unsuccessful, and in many cases, he was even expelled and attacked by the locals.

Until one day, he was once again expelled by the locals, and even faced a threat to his life. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he raised the ring knife that he had brought out of the Vatican at that time!

The power of the sword is to kill and judge! For him, to eliminate evil is to promote good, and to subdue demons is to preach!

He killed many, many people, and he was preaching while he was killing, and he was killing people while he was preaching. The means of blood and knives, maybe it is a feeling, maybe it is a threat, many people in the local area believe in Catholicism, and he also gave the Holy See the title of Protector Knight!

He was a missionary, and his duty was only to silently preach the word of the kingdom of God to believers, but now he became a messenger of judgment......"

This blank world was filled with a murderous atmosphere, as if it was a fog, permeating this space, and shrouded Zhou Yan and Yang Zisang.

With Yang Zisang's words, these fogs actually began to rhythm, as if sad, as if excited, but in the end they still returned to dead silence.

"And then? What happened to that missionary? Zhou Yan felt that the slaughter around him had turned into a dead silence, because in the same way, in his heart, it was also a dead sink at this moment.

Inexplicable death and heaviness.

Yang Zisang was shrouded in this fog, but he didn't engulf this fog, because he could glow!

His eyes were like torches, like the brightest evening stars in the night sky.

His eyes flickered in the fog, a pair of lighthouses that burned day and night, lighting up the road ahead for Zhou Yan at this moment.

But he didn't speak, he didn't speak at the moment.

He still held the ancient sword in his hand, and the sword body was still full of flames.

It's just that this sword is trembling, screaming, and like summoning spirits.

"This sword is called Slaying Dragon, and it was cast by the descendants of Ou Yezi, a sword-casting master in the Spring and Autumn Period of the Chinese Kingdom. This is an extremely sharp and tenacious sword, which has drunk the blood of many good and evil, and cut off the heads of many dead and alive!

The sword has never been lost since it was forged, and it has always enjoyed the glory and crown of victory, and even the pride of itself!

Until one day, the owner of the sword met a missionary, and the sword also encountered a ring knife.

All glory and dignity were reduced to nothing in that moment, and to ashes. ”

Yang Zisang raised his sword and put it in front of him, and then his left hand actually ignored the flames that were still burning on it, and directly stroked it.

At the beginning, Yang Zisang's eyes were full of joy and joy, and he was intoxicated by the former glory of this sword.

Until his slender fingers touched the middle of the sword.

Yang Zisang's expression changed, he became sad, he became angry, and finally he looked helpless.

From a short distance, Zhou Yan should not be able to see what was on the sword.

But I don't know if it was the light of the flames or some other reason, Zhou Yan could actually see the sword body of the section where Yang Zisang's fingers crossed.

It seems to be right in front of you!

The sword body was originally the lines of mountains, rivers and mountains, and it looked very delicate, as if it was a dignified and beautiful lady. But I don't know why, on the beautiful and soft face of this lady, there is a hideous scar.

It's a scar that has been chopped off, torn up, and then sewn up haphazardly, so ugly.

Although the missionary had attained a very high position, he felt that his life was still lacking, and his mission was not satisfied. So, he came to the distant and mysterious East, and came to the legendary and incomparably powerful Huaxia country.

Unlike the barbaric ignorance of North Africans, the Chinese State is a civilized and civilized country. Here, they have their own unique art, poems, and words...... It was as if each of them was a gentleman who had been trained since childhood, and each of them was a well-informed lady. The missionaries began their glorious and arduous missionary activities in the kingdom of China.

Huaxia is really a great country, a civilized country, and they are different from those barbaric, uncivilized, and even blood-drinking North Africans. Missionaries spread their faith very easily among them.

But he couldn't have imagined that invisibly, he had also passed on their philosophy and thinking to them.

It was very interesting, at that time in the Huaxia Kingdom, the controversy over the Buddha and Taoism was very hot, and monks and Taoist priests often got together to debate. The most interesting thing is that this missionary actually invited them to be guests and judges.

Listening to the more and more arguments between the monks and the Taoist priests, the missionary became more and more puzzled. Listening to their arguments, I became more and more confused!

Until finally, when the Taoist priests said Lao Tzu's Xisheng Huahu like a thunderbolt from the sky, the missionaries finally collapsed!

He began to go insane, lost his mind, and even began to doubt his faith.

If God is omnipotent, why do people preach for him?

If God is the possessor of all things, why should people provide for them?

If God is incomparably charitable, why are there so many jihads?

If God is looking for the righteous, then why should he kill?

Murder is for preaching, preaching is for justification, justification is for sanctification, and sanctification for what? And that is because of killing people to be sanctified? Sanctification is to kill? ”

“…… Teacher ......"

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zisang's eyes like fireworks looked directly at Zhou Yan at this moment, wanting to set Zhou Yan's whole person on fire, and then burn it completely.

"Why are you talking to me about these ......"

"Don't you know?" Yang Zisang took out the pair of gold-wire glasses from his pocket, and then placed them in the middle of the bridge of his nose very seriously.

Everything around them dissipated like ice and snow, dissipated, and seemed to condense.

"Uh...... I don't know much about ......."

……

"Yes, that's right! Let's get out of class. ”

Everything is back to the original room.

Zhou Yan and Yang Zisang each sat on one side of the table.

Zhou Yan got up and bowed respectfully to Yang Zisang.

Then, turn around and leave.

In the room, only Yang Zisang remained, smiling and staring.

What is he looking at?

He was looking at a sword, a sharp, sharp sword.

It's a sword tire that has just been carved out of the mountains.