"If the accumulation of martial arts is not enough, then I will add my own life!"

Situ Xing's eyes showed a hint of perseverance, and his face was even more indomitable, he turned his hands to the sky and glared angrily into the air, at this time he seemed to be the chaos in "Heavenly Game" who used his body to play chess and chess all the time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"As a martial artist, you must have this kind of spirit!"

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Situ Xing's qi and blood suddenly burned. This time it was not an adjective, but it really burned, and the air around Situ Xing's body seemed to be ignited, revealing a trace of heat ripples.

"Maniac!"

"You're a madman!"

The lieutenant, who was hiding in the shadows and waiting for the opportunity to plot at any time, looked at the burning of qi and blood all over his body with a shocked face, like a burning man's execution, and his eyes kept shrinking. There was an indescribable shock in my heart.

Situ is using his life to interpret what martial arts are.

What is he interpreting, what is the Tao?

Martial arts is to move forward indomitable, that is, to die without regrets.

Martial arts is to rather die standing than live on your knees.

Martial arts is to never give up, even in the face of the way of heaven, you must dare to unsheath the sword.

The qi and blood around Situ Xing's body kept burning, and it was precisely because of the burning of a large amount of essence. Situ Xing's originally plump muscles began to wither, and his red face began to turn sallow.

But Situ Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the essence on the top of his head became thicker and thicker.

Walking out of the barracks, the martial arts saint who stood in the air like a guardian god looked at the changes in the essence above Situ Xing's head, and his eyes couldn't help but show surprise.

"What the hell happened, how could the other party's spirit wolf smoke become so thick?"

However, soon, the eyes of the martial arts saint changed.

From suspicion to shock, from shock to admiration, there is a trace of sympathy in admiration.

Because, in the spirit of Situ Xing, he saw the fierceness, the determination, and the will not regret the death.

This is martial arts.

This is the warrior.

Only those who have this belief are truly strong.

Zhang Yujie was also looking at the air, his hand clutching the railing tightly, because he was too hard, it looked a little pale. But there was this dazzling sparkle in his eyes.

"One day, my son will definitely overwhelm the heavens!"

Shi Chongjian looked at the air, his eyes showed a look of confusion and emotion, and he put aside his position. Situ Xing was amazingly talented, no less than the medieval princes, which moved him and admired him from the bottom of his heart.

But alas, such a person is destined to be an enemy.

With such a celestial arrogance as an enemy, in addition to worry and fear, his heart was more excited.

"Burn your own qi and blood, take yourself as your fist, and take your life as your intention. The earth-shattering blow that erupted, like fireworks at that moment, was short-lived, but it was brilliant!"

"What a madman!"

"However, I have to say that although he is a madman, he is really exciting!"

Not only the martial arts saint can see Situ Xing's current state, but others can naturally understand it.

They all walked out of the shadows, or stood on top of tall buildings, or stepped on the void, their eyes like knives looking at the location of Situ Xing.

They were going to see the madman unleash a shocking blow.

Take the body as a fist, and take life as the intention.

Burn your own blood and burn your own life, just to burst out with a brilliant blow.

In their opinion, Situ was a madman, but also a madman.

But no one can deny that what Situ is doing today will definitely become a resounding sound. So no one wants to miss out.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The Eye of the Thunder Tribulation felt the fighting intent on Situ Xing's body. Suddenly it became indifferent, and the clouds that had been somewhat scattered converged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Challenge the Celestials.

Mortal!

The captain hidden in the dark looked at the growing momentum in the air, and there was like a madman, standing on the ground, looking up at the sky, with an unyielding face.

His spine was so straight that it looked like a giant dragon that could take off at any moment.

In fact, it is. The Martial Dao Sage has reached the realm of practicing the marrow, the spine is as warm and hard as jade, and the bone marrow is better like an agate crystal.

Even if the Martial Dao Sage falls, his spine will not decay, but will become an existence like gold and not gold, and jade and not jade, which is harder and sharper than any divine weapon.

According to foreign legend, Hades, the sulfur-filled god of death in the midst of volcanic lava, holds a spear that symbolizes power and death, and is made from the spine of a martial saint.

Although Situ did not achieve a martial arts saint, under the stimulation of the Mochizuki rhinoceros armor and the catastrophe of life and death, his qi and blood were exuberant to the extreme. The top of the head is like a wolf smoke condensed but not dispersed.

is even more powerful than the grandmaster, so his spine has such a scene.

Of course, the most important thing is that Situ Xing has been influenced by "Heavenly Bureau", and his spirit has been sublimated. Now he is the chaos who uses his body as a chess player to win the world.

Therefore, his spine can be as straight as a javelin, standing up to the sky!

Even if it was God, even if it was the Eye of the Thunder Tribulation, even if it was endless darkness, even if it was death, it couldn't bend his spine by half a point.

looks like a fighter-like sentence.

The middle-aged man in the lieutenant's uniform showed a hint of admiration in his eyes, and the crossbow with the arrow in his hand also subconsciously drooped a little.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The scarlet eye of the Tribulation shrank suddenly, and there were even python-like capillaries protruding from the whites of the eyes. It was as if it was enduring pain like never before. Even the clouds were trembling, as if they were spasms.

But Situ was not relaxed, but the solemnity on his face was even stronger.

Because he knows that next, it must be an earth-shattering shock!

The Martial Dao Saint stepped on the void, and more than a dozen Martial Dao Masters behind him formed a formation, as if it was an open fishing net, enveloping the entire Northern County.

Dressed in a vermilion official robe, the Beijun Chenghuang who was full of divine light all over his body did not care about the ban of the Yin God from appearing in the world, holding the official seal in his hand, and stood above the temple with a solemn face.

Ignoring the fear in their hearts, the believers knelt around the temple as if they were mad, prostrating and praying.

Under the suppression of the Divine Light of the North County City God, the violent energy began to soften.

But Beijun Chenghuang's face did not become better-looking, but became more and more solemn. Because he knows that this is just the beginning.

The real test is yet to come.

Huo Feiran, the governor of North County, stood on top of the ox cart and looked at the air with a face like water.

His hands trembled slightly, the sky was as black as ink, the scarlet and hideous eyes, he was dressed in green clothes, as tall as a javelin, and his body was burning with blood and blood, his light was like a torch that illuminated the darkness, and it was like a petrel flying alone on the sea, bravely fighting the wind and waves.

His heart trembled!

He longed to use his paintbrush to record it all right now.

It's shocking.

It's just shocking.

It was as if he had met Situ for the first time.

No wonder he is young, but the weak crown has such an achievement.

Huo Feiran kept asking himself in his heart, change his body, he has the courage to face the sky, can he face life and death?

His eyes were dark.

If mountains and rivers can be without tombs, heaven and earth can be combined.

Then he will not be afraid of life and death and face the way of heaven.

So can mountains and rivers be without tombs, and can heaven and earth meet?

The answer is yes.

No!

Then he can't face life and death like Situ Xing.

"Your Excellency!"

"What are you looking at?"

The white-haired old housekeeper saw that Huo Feiran was wandering, and asked in a surprised whisper.

"I'm looking at the mountains!"

Governor Huo Feiran's eyes were gloomy, looking at Situ Xing's straight back, with unprecedented solemnity on his face, he said seriously.

"Look at the mountains!"

"Where are the mountains?"

The white-haired butler couldn't help but ask in surprise as he looked at the buildings that had been razed to the ground by lightning and the ruins that were burning with flames, where were the mountains.

"Beyond the Northwest Sea, in the corner of the great wilderness, there are mountains that do not match, and the name is not good. ”

Governor Huo Feiran did not answer, and some muttered a passage from the "Classic of Mountains and Seas and the Great Wilderness of the West".

Legend has it that Buzhou Mountain is the only path in the human world that can reach the heavenly realm, but Buzhou Mountain is cold all year round and snows all year round, and ordinary people can reach it on foot.

The old butler's eyes showed a look of confusion, and he glanced at the governor Huo Feiran in surprise, and then at the ruins that had been razed to the ground and did not have a single thing.

He couldn't understand Governor Huo Feiran's words.

Where are the mountains here?

"The mountain is not in the eyes, the mountains are in the heart. ”

Governor Huo Feiran's eyes slowly closed, and his tone was full of longing. He seemed to see a mountain that had gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, standing tall and running through heaven and earth.

"This... ”

The old butler also closed his eyes, trying to see the mountains that Governor Huo Feiran had spoken of. However, when he closed his eyes, he saw nothing but darkness and darkness, not to mention mountains and rivers, not even stones and gravel.

In the end, he could only give up helplessly, bowed his waist, lowered his eyes, and followed behind the governor Huo Feiran, like a guard.

A few miles away on the side of the main road, there is a tea grass made of straw, which is very simple.

On the simple stove was a rusty copper kettle, the water in which had been boiled, and a few tea leaves tumbled in the boiling water, releasing a faint fragrance.

An old man with white hair and coarse cloth clothes, looking a little sour and sour, sat by the tea stove, smiling, and from time to time a few words fell on the open white paper.

A boy with yellow hair and drooping hair was neatly cleaning up the teacup.

This grass reed does not look simple, but because it is close to the main road and there is free tea provided, people like to rest here.

So the boy was very busy every day, but the boy not only did not complain, but was happy every day.

"Master!"

"I've collected several more interesting stories today!"

"As long as you tidy up a little bit, it will be very exciting. ”

The boy looked at the old man who was writing, his face showed excitement, and he said with some joy.

The boy saw that the old man was in a good mood, and his eyes showed a hint of agility. Some coquettish said:

"Master, let's take another junior disciple for the apprentice. Then the disciples will not seem lonely. ”

The old man stopped the brush in his hand, his eyes showed a wise light, and he looked at the boy for a long time, and only when the boy felt uncomfortable did he smile. Some jokingly and a little embarrassed said:

"You've been smart since you were a child. ”

"When I was three years old, I knew how to figure out people's hearts. ”

"The teacher teases you with pastries and sweets, and asks you if you are delicious. ”

"You say it's not delicious. When the teacher wanted to put them in their mouths, you said it was delicious. ”

"It turns out that the pastries and candies are not really delicious, but you are afraid that you will be eaten by the teacher. Although it is a child's trick, but for the sake of the teacher, you are smarter than ordinary people. ”

"But I am afraid that you will be proud and clever, so you will work hard. ”

"Today, you let the teacher accept another disciple, just to find a junior disciple to make tea, work hard, and free yourself. ”

The boy with a face like jade and a dough-like look was exposed by the old man, and his face couldn't help showing embarrassment.

Suddenly, the old man's face changed suddenly, and he didn't care about reprimanding the boy. He rushed out of the grass and reed like crazy and looked straight in the direction of Beijun.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"You wait for me!"

The boy didn't care about the embarrassment, and also rushed out of the grass and reeds, looking at the direction of Beijun with an abnormal expression.

The old man wearing a coarse cloth robe and an old scarf ignored the boy's shouts, and took out a slightly yellowed novel from his arms, only to see him gently recite a few incantations, and the cyan book cover suddenly shot out a cloud of smoke, in which there was a golden eagle with wings spread for more than several meters, sharp eyes, and a beak like a knife lying quietly on the ground, like a domestic loyal dog.

Chirp!

It was as if the big bird of Jinpeng was carrying the old man into the air, and the fierce Gangfeng was torn apart by his gold-like wings before it could get close.

The boy who seemed to be carved out of white jade was not in a hurry, he took out a small thin booklet from his bosom, and saw that after the clouds and smoke, there was a neighing sound of horses behind the courtyard.

Novelist!

This old and young man, who looks no different from ordinary people, looks like a grandson's tea stove owner, is actually the most mysterious novelist among the hundred schools.

In ancient times, people took saints on top, history as books, and poems as poems, reciting proverbs, doctors' regulations, and scholars rumored and many people slandered them. As for Meng Chun, he sought songs and ballads, and toured the province to watch people's poems to know the customs. If it is wrong, it will be corrected, and if it is lost, it will be hearsay, and it will not be completed.

The novelist is one of the hundred sons of the people, according to Ban Gu's "Hanshu Art and Literature Chronicles": "The flow of novelists comes from barnyard officials; ”。

That is to say, what the novelist does is to record the folk street talk and report it to the superiors, etc., but although the novelist is his own family, he is regarded as a person who does not enter the stream, so there is a saying of "nine streams and ten schools". The novelist can represent the customs of the common people. However, because of its small path, it is not valued by the world, and it will eventually perish

"Wonderful!"

"What a wonderful person!"

The old man wearing coarse cloth clothes, wearing a scarf on his head, and some gray hair stood in the sky, looking at his straight body, his spine was like an angry dragon, and it was like a javelin, burning his own qi and blood, taking martial arts as the way, declaring war on the way of heaven, and vowing to defeat the punishment of the half son of the sky.