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The two walls of the front hall of the temple collapsed, and there were still a few torches brought by the little demons at the gate under the half-covered eaves, scattered on the ground, and the vultures were not extinguished, and there was a faint light.

The heavy rain did not stop, dripping the ground, and the raindrops of soybeans fell on the ground, splashing transparent flowers with a clattering sound.

In the center of the flat ground in front of the temple, Fan Xiang held a broken knife, half-bowed his head, his phoenix eyes widened, and he looked at the bull demon Qiqi coldly, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was smiling, his eyes were as cold as a cold star in the depths of winter, and his killing intent was already revealed.

Looking around, more than 100 little demons are like rotten eggplants swinging horizontally and vertically, shouting and screaming one after another, miserable, Qi Qi is already timid at this time, holding a half-cut knife in his hand, trembling and trembling, his heart is spinning, "I don't know what the origin of this bird is, how is it so powerful! Lao Tzu is running away? Is it the same end? Or will he admit it?" Your name is Fanxiang, right, okay, you remember Lao Tzu, well, remember Lao Tzu, remember ......" said while rubbing back and forth.

Fan Xiang looked coldly at Qi Qi's face under the reflection of the faint firelight, suddenly changing, uncertain, knowing his meaning, shaking his body, standing in front of Qi Qi, holding a broken knife, holding a knife flower in the air, putting it on his shoulder, his eyes were like ice, looking at the bull monster, his expression was idle, and he said in a deep voice: "There are still some things, I have to ask you, don't be in a hurry to leave first." ”

"You, don't come here, you, you,...... If you have anything else, tell me quickly. Qi Qi held the broken knife, trembling and pointing at Fanxiang, looking terrified.

"What have you done to the farmers at the foot of the mountain?"

"No, no, nothing,...... What can I do. ”

"Really?" Fan Xiang's voice was low, and he had suppressed his depressed emotions to the limit.

Qi Qi looked at the fierce murderous intent that flashed in Fan Xiang's eyes, he was very frightened, and shouted in a muffled voice: "It's nothing more than occupying a piece of land, forcibly demolishing some houses, driving away some people, others, others...... Otherwise, a little ruffian like me can't do anything hurtful. His voice was hoarse from fright, and he stepped back.

"Really, you didn't bully men and women, you didn't abuse people's lives, you didn't take advantage of it?" Fan Xiang approached step by step, and her voice was like a knife.

Xiao Yan stood under the tree on the edge of the flat field, looked at Fan Xiang in disbelief, surprised and liked, flashed, stood next to Fan Xiang, pulled the hem of Fan Xiang's clothes, pointed at the bull demon Qiqi, and said in a coquettish voice: "Hmph, if you want to run, it's not so easy." What bad things have you done? Tell me about it!"

"Hehe, this, you know, when carrying out the orders of those high-level officials of the Beigong Servant Army, we are little minions, in the process of execution, scrape a little oil and water, and by the way, get a few beautiful chicks, and inadvertently kill a handful of people, that's also normal,...... Hey. As soon as the bull demon Qiqi mentioned Beigong, he suddenly became bold, straightened his waist, smiled, and raised his voice, and shouted: "Well, Lao Tzu is the commander of the Beigong servant army, if you kill Lao Tzu, you will not die well." ...... Ha ha. Suddenly laughed.

"Really?"

Qi Qi looked at Fanxiang's murderous intent, cold as ice knife eyes, his heart couldn't help but froze, his hand broke the knife "clang" out of his hand, fell to the ground, his legs were weak, he knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "The little one will never dare to do it again in the future, and I also asked Grandpa Fanxiang to spare the small one, I, I, I am just a small ruffian in the mountains." ”

Fan Xiang no longer paid attention to Qi Qi, turned his head to look at the ground, bluffed his five fingers, grabbed the nine-ring purple gold knife on the ground, held it in his left hand, looked at it, and said softly: "Well, this knife is good, but it is with the wrong master." He casually knocked a few times on the surface of the knife with the Xuanbing Broken Knife, and with a "ding-ding-ding" sound, he threw it in front of the Bull Demon Qiqi, and said coldly: "I have made a big mistake, if I can beg for mercy, why do I need justice." Come on, I'll pay it back today. ”

"Grandpa Fanxiang spares his life! Grandpa Fanxiang spares his life...... "Kowtowing is like pounding garlic."

"Get up, even if you are a little ruffian, you should be a little bloody! Come on, since you are the commander of the Beigong servant army, you should die in battle!"

The bull demon Qiqi listened, smiled, and said in a hoarse voice: "His grandmother's, this life is like a piece of shit, dirtier than the shoes on Lao Tzu's feet, it's just that!"

Fan Xiang didn't say anything, unfolded and moved, shook his body and moved, like a ghost, waved out his right hand broken knife, and slashed at Qi Qi obliquely, the flame Xuan Bing Broken Knife sprayed out a faint blue plasma flame, drawing a half arc in the air, although the blade was only more than a foot long, but the cold light was over, stirring up the dead branches and soil on the ground, rolling into a wave of air, rushing straight towards Qiqi, menacing.

Seeing that the blade of the broken knife was about to pass through Qi Qi's neck, he suddenly heard a soft sound of "ding", and a leaf hit the face of the broken knife, coming strongly, knocking the Xuan Bing Broken Knife away from the trajectory, deflecting an angle, which could be swept over Qi Qi's side, and the remaining momentum was unabated, and the knife was everywhere, splitting a deep crack in the ground next to Qi Qi.

Fan Xiang was a little stunned, and looked around.

But I heard a clear crane chirping among the treetops, and then, an old and gentle voice came from the air: "You have to spare people and spare people, put down the butcher knife, and you can become a Buddha on the ground!"

Fan Xiang hurriedly raised his eyes and saw a white-haired old man riding on a big white crane, which was already floating in. The old man's figure moved, left the crane's back, and stood lightly in front of Fan Xiang.

The Bull Demon Qiqi hurriedly flashed to the side, the frightened look on his face did not decrease, his whole body trembled, and he said to himself: "What a fast knife!"

Fan Xiang looked at the old man in front of him, only to see that the old man was neither tall nor short, slightly chubby, slightly rickety, holding a dragon-headed cane in one hand, white hair, round face, white beard on the chin, smiling, full of red light, strong spirits, between the opening and closing of his eyes, the essence of light flashed.

Seeing that the old man had no malicious intent, Fan Xiang stepped forward, waved his hand, and said warmly: "This bull demon has always been a village tyrant, and he deserves to be damned for doing a lot of evil. ”

"Hehe, little friend, isn't it easy to die? It's hard to live! But death is not the only way to solve the problem,...... Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. ”

"If you just put down the butcher's knife, then it is not too easy for the demon to become a Buddha, and it is not too unfair to those ordinary people who live in a thousand hardships at the bottom. ”

"The devil has put down the butcher's knife, at least he is no longer a demon, and if you put down the knife in your heart, you will save yourself and others, which is for the heart of the Tao. Helping others with this heart, standing with a sword, is to save oneself and others, with this heart to the country, fighting with a sword, is the great man of chivalry...... Child, remember?" the white-haired old man looked at Fanxiang kindly, and said with a smile, his voice was a little old, but very hearty.

"If the bull demon doesn't add it to death, what can it do?"

"My old master Jin drove the crane all the way west, along the way, what I saw and heard, the reason is actually related to Beigong, damn it is Beigong Heavenly Court, because of their greed, arrogance, and tyranny, so, what should be damned is their insatiable divinity and human heart. Master Jin turned his head to look at Qi Qi, raised his hand and touched the white beard on his chin, and said slowly: "I just lack a boy who can carry books, so let this cow endorse me." ”

"Endorsement?" Qi Qi was beside him, lowered his head, and secretly squinted at Old Master Jin, quite dissatisfied, muttered to himself, and said softly: "My five or six thousand year old Niu Jing, I will be a scholar with you, where can I put my face?"

When Old Master Jin heard this, he laughed: "Haha, you old cow, you are five or six thousand years old, which is not small, but you boast that you are very old, but you don't necessarily have it." One day in the sky, one year in the world, you are five or six thousand years old in this other world, well, calculate, one five gets five, twenty-five and ten,......" casually took out a very small abacus from his sleeve, held it flat with his left hand, pulled the five fingers of his right hand, raised his head, and said with a smile: "According to the age of the sky, your old cow is only ten years old, and he is still underage, so he is still in the same era as these young people in front of you, haha, he still thinks he is old, so he relies on the old man and sells the old, isn't this to laugh off the old man's big teeth, haha......"

When the bull demon Qiqi heard this, a black face was swollen with shame, and he couldn't help but bow his head, very ashamed, and quietly moved away and stopped making a sound.

Fan Xiang listened to Old Master Jin's words, and then said: "Since Old Master Jin is willing to accept him as a scholar, it is better to be good from now on." ”

"Haha, yes, Xiaoyou has benevolence in his heart, which is better than the seventh-level floating slaughter. ...... Haha, let's say goodbye!" Old Master Jin turned around and pointed at Qi Qi, and the bull demon fell to the ground and rolled over, revealing his original form, it turned out to be a big black bull, stood up, and mooed a few times. Old Master Jin waved his sleeves to the woods again, and the leaves fell with a rustle, and the leaves turned into rolls of books, neatly stacked into two piles of books, the big black cow mooed, walked to the pile of books, put the two piles of books firmly on his back, turned around, and mooed twice to Old Master Jin.

Xiao Yan looked at these books stacked together, like a small mountain of books, so he smiled and said, "The old master is really a reader, so many books, when will it take to finish reading?...... It's not like reading, it's like a book seller, hehe. ”

The old master laughed and said, "Heaven and earth are books, and there are heaven and earth in books." If a reader only knows how to read, but does not know how to sell books, then he is reading dead books, dead books, haha......"

The old master arched his hand to Fan Xiang and the others, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Two little friends, don't say goodbye, there will be a period later." So saying, he got up, rode the crane, and headed west, and the big black ox carried the scroll on his back and stepped on a dark cloud, and followed closely behind. Old Master Jin was in the clouds, and he sang to himself: "He is strong, he is strong, the breeze blows the hills, he crosses by him, the bright moon shines on the river, and ......"

The voice was old and peaceful, drifting among the clouds, lingering, fading away ...... distance.

Fanxiang watched the old master Jin drive away, tears in his eyes were inexplicably dripping, and he had deep respect in his heart, for a long time.

Xiao Yan pulled Fan Xiang's sleeve, pulled it gently, and said, "Brother Fan Xiang, look at these little monsters." When Fan Xiang heard this, he turned his head, looked at the little demons on the ground, and shouted: "Get out, this is your example, and you can do it yourself in the future." The little demons reluctantly stood up one by one, supported each other, and along the way they came, they left the island in embarrassment and went by themselves.

Fanxiang no longer paid attention to it, looked back at the temple temple front hall has been half collapsed, his heart was full of mixed feelings, suddenly heard a horse roar in the ruins, hurriedly jumped into the ruins, set aside the broken wall, only to see the big green horse tied to the column, fortunately the column was obliquely upside down, just against a girder, leaving a space for the big green horse to survive. Fanxiang was overjoyed, and hurriedly untied the big green horse and pulled it out.

At this time, the sound of rain gradually stopped.

The two door gods Yan Bo and Yan Lang flashed out, patted the dust on their bodies, and when they saw such an ending, they were overjoyed, and they were busy, and they shook their heads at Fan Xiang, and their gratitude was overflowing, and said: "Little brother Fan Xiang is very gracious, I dare not say thank you, if there is any use for my brother in the future, please also ask Little Brother Fan Xiang to command." ”

Fan Xiang hurriedly supported the two door gods, smiled slightly, and said: "The two door god brothers, please don't be polite, in the future, you have to ask the two door god brothers to take care of the nearby villagers, I hope they can live a peaceful and happy life." ”

Fan Xiang inserted the knife back into her waist. Yan Bo looked at the broken knife and said to Fan Xiang, "Can I borrow this knife from the little brother." Fan Xiang smiled slightly, pulled the broken knife from his waist, and handed it to Yan Bo.

Yan Bo stretched out his fingers and flicked to the surface of the broken knife, with a bang, the sound was deep, as if it was inaudible, but a Qingyue knife sound came from afar in the air, and it was endless for a long time, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good knife, good knife, but it's broken...... Alas, it's a pity. The hand stroked the knife, and there was regret in his eyes. "Although the little brother's knife is good, it's a pity that it's broken, so that's it. When I didn't come here to be this god, I used to serve in the Nantian Heavenly Court when I was young, although my rank was low, but I heard a rumor that when Nuwa mended the sky, there was still a sacred stone from the Nine Heavens, which was left on the first mountain. Later, a person named Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor was fortunate enough to pick up the holy stone left in the first mountain, refining the sword, casting the male for Xuanyuan, and the remaining material in the furnace is still blazing, artesian into a knife, is for the female, with the knife intent divinity, enough to eat the knife holder, the emperor is afraid of people to get this knife, so the spell is cast on the knife: only the person who is Dexin can be based, want to use the sword to sell it, the knife from the hand into a magpie, red, fly to the clouds, its sound more than three days, then in the nine days of all walks of life to Ming Hong's name. The knife is three feet long, the blade is straight and narrow, the end of the knife is like a phoenix looking up to the sky and a long song, the color is like Zhu Yu, and the flame is blazing when it comes out, and the three armies will take it. Together with the Xuanyuan Sword, it is the first of the divine soldiers of all walks of life in the Nine Heavens, and it is actually the first sword in the Six Realms. It is rumored that 'Xuanyuan sword roars, the emperor's sword Minghong, Minghong is out, and the relatives do not dance; Xuanyuan is still sheathed, and there is no way to test the edge'. Later, the knife turned into a red magpie and hid in another world, not knowing what to do. If the little brother can find this knife in another world, it will be a great blessing. ”

Fan Xiang listened to the legend of this Ming Hong Knife, and his heart suddenly yearned for infinitely. The so-called beauty with a hero, a sword for a martyr, is nothing more than that.

Seeing that it was late at night and the rain had stopped, the two gods liked it, so they went to take out the good wine that had been hidden for a long time, and sat on the ground under the half-collapsed eaves.

Until dawn, the sky was slightly white, Fanxiang saw that the rain was gone, the sky was clear, stood up, waved his hand to the two gods, and said: "The sky is white, the rain has stopped, we should also say goodbye, disturb the two door gods, thank you for your good wine." ...... We'll leave it at that, and we'll see you later. As he spoke, he was already a little drunk.

The two door gods were already very drunk, sat on the ground, and arched their hands to Fanxiang, "Fanxiang is small, little brother, I will come to us in the future, and our brothers will accompany the little brother again if he is not drunk and will not return,...... Well, if you don't get drunk, you won't return......" The words did not fall, lying on the ground, all of them fell into a deep sleep.

Fan Xiang and Xiao Yan led the big green horse, left the temple straight away, returned to the shore last night along the way, untied the bamboo raft, opened the sails, and continued to go west along the river.

At this time, the sky has shown that the fish belly is white, and I see that the Geng Geng Milky Way in the sky is getting farther and farther away, and the stars on the horizon are getting fewer and fewer.

Suddenly heard in the sky, whistle, the big bird flew from the mountains in the west, hovered in the air, Yaya screamed, Xiao Yan looked at this Xuanniao situation seems to be different from usual, but for a while I don't know what it means, the Xuanniao circled several times above Xiaoyan's head, saw that the master was not very clear, quite anxious, then Yaya screamed, and then flew to the west again, flew to the top of a mountain peak far away in front of the coast, circled back and forth, hissed loudly, its shape was very urgent, as if there was something to say to the master.