Carrying a three-foot green blade, kill all the demons in the world

This is what Kumu said to him when he worshiped under the wind uneven door.

Feng Buping had said this to him more than once, but at that time, Kumu never understood why his master was already so powerful, but when he said these words to himself, there would always be a trace of loneliness in his expression.

Kumu asked

Master, your sword path can already be called a god, and no one can match you for thousands of years, but why do you always say such a sentence?

The wind is uneven and lonely eyes look into the distance, holding the three-foot green peak in his hand, and slashing all the ghosts and ghosts in the world, this is the sword law that he realized when he was young that he wants to do.

But decades have passed, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand has been changed several times, and in today's realm, every flower and grass can be used as a sword, even if it is a heart sword in the paging, he can use it freely.

But he will never be able to kill the demons in the world.

In the eyes of outsiders, Nanli Sword Saint, Dugu seeks defeat, is unparalleled in the world, and the power of one person suppresses the heroes of the continent, but who can see that his sword path is no longer perfect by now.

At the time of the rise, it coincided with the great disaster in Nanli, he rushed to the battlefield with a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and one person and one sword convinced how many heroes and heroes were used by him, and he was willing to be a swordsman under his command, but on the way, how many civilians did he kill by relying on the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand?

War is a cold and ruthless meat grinder in the eyes of many people, and countless people die in the war every year, but in the eyes of Feng Buping, when he was young, he thought that he could restore the entire continent to the peaceful years before a thousand years ago with his own strength.

So he went all over the place, calling on all countries to stop the senseless war, and everyone stood in peace with each other, isn't it?

But all these ideas, in the eyes of others, are naïve, are extremely ideal, so the wind is uneven by all kinds of rejection to crush the thoughts in his heart, along the way he has seen a lot of beggars on the side of the street but abandoned babies on the side of the road, watching those few fat-headed and big-eared officials in the restaurant eating and drinking, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea are so uncomfortable.

But the poor people on the roadside, who were unable to eat enough and wear a single garment to cover their bodies, had already shivered from the cold wind, and the thin people had to get up early and toil all day at night, and even then many could not get the food rations their families needed.

Children waiting to be fed, young wives with gray hair on their heads, and frostbite on their hands are a common situation in all countries.

However, when Feng Qiping was young, after seeing these things, he blamed them on this never-ending war.

At that time, in his eyes, war was an emotionless meat grinder, which tormented countless families to pieces, but the result was only to exchange for the selfishness of those princes and magnates.

So he returned to Nanli lonely and began a life of retreat and penance day after day, year after year.

Because Feng Buping himself was born in the Nanli royal family, and his mother was the queen at that time, he was naturally one of the sons-in-law, and he was also one of the princes who were favored by the emperor.

At that time, he was still young, and his ideas and vision were still very narrow, and he thought to himself that the reason for the frozen bones on the roadsides of various countries was caused by the selfishness of the upper class.

So after he returned to Nanli, he scattered his family wealth and adopted as many as nearly 10,000 abandoned babies, beggars and those families who were living in difficulty.

At that time, he was still stupid to think that as long as his cultivation was strong enough, as long as he had enough strength, he could completely let Nanli no longer have a single frozen skeleton on the side of the street.

But what happened later shattered his ideal idea again.

A large part of those who were supported by his money, after they were suddenly given it, thought that it would be completely sufficient to support their families, and that they would have a little money left over to spend as they pleased.

But it didn't take long for all the money of that large part of the people to be spent, and not only did they spend it, but they also took on a large amount of debt.

This situation made Feng Buping suddenly feel incredible, but then even more incredible things happened.

Those who learned that their money was given to them by the prince Feng Buping to let them live well, when they knew the identity of Feng Buping, they all blocked the door of Feng Buping's palace, shouting loudly Feng Buping, and one by one knelt on the ground and prayed for Feng Buping to give them another sum of money.

What's more, he directly stepped forward and knocked on the gate of the palace vigorously, and arrogantly demanded that the wind be uneven and give them a sum of money on a regular basis.

Feng Buping began to fall into deep confusion at this time, he doubted, he was entangled, he didn't know what he had done wrong.

So later, under the recommendation of an old man from the royal family, he went to a Taoist temple to visit an old Taoist priest.

After the old Taoist priest quietly listened to the wind and told the whole thing, he smiled helplessly, put the dust in his hand aside in a hurry, and said with a gesture

"The people of this world, although they are born equal, but their temperaments are noisy, their positions are completely different, and the environment they live in is even different, I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I have found that those families who have been poor for several generations, the breath they exude, is already terminally ill, even if they are given a mountain of gold and silver, they will not be long gone."

Feng Butong was puzzled, and asked the old Taoist priest what kind of disease was this, and how could he be terminally ill?

The old Taoist priest looked at the wind with kindness, this young man's idea was still too idealistic, and he would be very uncomfortable in the future if he was crushed by the reality of the situation, so the old Taoist priest continued to answer

"This is the disease of poverty, a person is born poor, it is not terrible, born with a low status, it doesn't hurt, as long as that person relies on his own efforts, or the efforts of several generations, in the end he will still let his descendants get rid of the situation of being born with four walls, get rid of the identity that was born to be pointed at, and those families who have been poor for several generations, they are different, their poor diseases have long been terminally ill and there is no medicine available, God has not given them a chance, although they are poor, but it has continued for several generations, but it has not improved, and the people of this kind of family, you can't help it. ”

On that day, after listening to the words of the old Taoist, he thought that as long as his strength was strong enough and his cultivation was high enough, it would be enough to change this incident, but the words of the old Taoist priest deeply exposed the truth of this matter, and also made him understand how ridiculous his thoughts were.

No wonder his father had that expression when he heard that he had scattered his wealth to fund those poor families, and he thought that his father was shocked by himself at that time, but now that he thinks about it, in fact, his father has long known the end of this matter, and the expression that looked at him was actually just pity.

So after going back, Feng Buping changed his usual style, ordered to drive away those who came to ask for money, and began a ten-year life of retreat and penance, ten years later, Feng Buping was almost thirty years old, at that time he obviously understood the truth of some things, so he pinned an ordinary sword to his waist, and began to travel the continent again.

Along the way, the wind was uneven and he walked and fought, and after he came out of retreat, he no longer had the same incomparable pity for the people as before, at this time he was already familiar with this kind of thing, what he wanted to do at this time was just to keep going to various countries to find opponents to sharpen his kendo.

Ten years ago, his wish was to carry a three-foot green blade in his hand, kill all the demons in the world, and make the entire continent war-free with his own strength.

And ten years later, what he thinks about now is just to make his kendo a success, and then protect his home country Nanli safely, but other than that, he has no other thoughts.

He, after ten years of retreat and penance, has long been smoothed out by the years, and the young man who once acted recklessly and recklessly has long since died in the conversation with the old Taoist ten years ago.

The current wind is uneven, just a monk who wants to pursue the way of the sword.

But not long after, Feng Buping heard that his father died suddenly in an accident, but fortunately, his brother quickly came forward to calm down some things, and then ascended the throne as emperor.

Fortunately, Feng Buping didn't have any other thoughts about leaving the emperor's position, and after hearing that there was nothing wrong with his home country, he extinguished the idea of going back, and then went to the far north.

But when he came out of the far north, he heard that his brother, that is, the current Emperor Li, was assassinated by an enemy killer, and now he is seriously injured and dying, and the princes of this generation in China are still some human spirits, and they have long coveted the position of the emperor, although his brother has not yet died, but between his sons, those secret battles have already begun.

The wind was uneven and could not care about anything else, so he hurried back to the south from the far north overnight.

After he arrived in Jinling, fortunately he saw the last face of his emperor's brother, and after the emperor came back from watching his swordsman brother, he excitedly held his wrist, and said a few words to Feng Buping with all his strength, he could no longer control the changes in his body, and finally passed away with a smile.

After Feng Buping heard those words from his brother, the first thing he came out of the palace was to go straight to the palace of King Zhou, because Zhou Dunyi, who was still a young man at that time, talked all night, and the next day with the help of Zhou Dunyi, the king of Zhou who had the highest prestige among the princes, was elected to leave the emperor, that is, the current generation of emperors.

(The last few chapters will write some background stories of the characters, all of which are paving the way for the first small climax of the book, hahaha)