Man's hatred is blind.

As Shen Qiu said, when the cherished things are taken away.

The first reaction of man is revenge.

This is normal.

That's what human nature is.

For those hatreds.

They will not hesitate to arouse evil thoughts in their hearts.

Then, fall into the trap that has been set up long ago.

Wait for Shen Qiu to bring a full "harvest".

In the despair of hundreds of people, they left Xiaoxiang leisurely at the same time.

Outside the city of Suzhou, above the Taihu Lake, in the chain dock water village.

Tang Jiusheng is a hero, and he has just finished meeting a guest.

It was a distant friend, a friend for many years.

I heard that some time before Tang Jiu's death, he was plotted by demons.

When his martial arts were exhausted, he sent someone to visit.

Gifts are also given as blessings.

"Alas, fate is unfortunate."

Watching the servants sent by his friends leave.

Tang Jiusheng, who was on crutches, was supported by his servants.

A sigh.

At this time, more than two months have passed since the change of Jinling's "Evil Punishment Conference".

The sequelae of being drained of his soul by Shen Qiu's thieves have all exploded.

This Taihu hero, the lord of a village.

In the middle of two months, the head of the serial dock seems to be a teenager old.

He was originally in the prime of life, and he had exquisite martial arts, cultivating internal skills and warming his body.

People in their forties are just as well maintained as they are just in their thirties.

The muscles and bones are strong, and between walking, the dragon walks and walks the tiger.

And now, he is like a sixty-year-old man.

The waist bar bent down.

The body is weak and weak, and the muscles are loose.

Walking is staggering, and you have to walk with crutches.

In the meridian acupuncture points in the body, there is no trace of true qi wandering.

Although the dantian is intact, it cannot be used for internal strength and force.

Even the sword in his hand couldn't be lifted.

In fact, a soul is lost.

It's not that bad.

Although frail.

But it's okay to live like an ordinary person.

The bad thing is that the bad thing is that the owner of the Tang Zhuang can't accept the gap between heaven and earth for a while.

In addition to being frail, there is also resentment in the heart.

It was a time of weakness, but as soon as this heart fire came, it came to the head.

and he made his body worse and worse.

It's a vicious circle.

"Dad, go back and rest."

The black-clothed young master in Jinling that day would have recognized Tang Jiusheng.

Seeing that he had become a waste, the owner of Tang Zhuang didn't care about the prestige of his family.

Against the rumors, the bastard was included in the door wall.

In the last two months, I have been teaching with my heart.

It's like trying to get him. Cultivate as the heir to the great foundation of the chain dock.

"Have you practiced martial arts today?"

Tang Jiusheng was on crutches, his face gloomy.

Carried back into the hall by his illegitimate son, he asked:

"The method of the fast sword, can you get started?"

Hearing his biological father, he asked about martial arts.

The young master in black's face suddenly became entangled.

He lowered his head and said in a weak tone:

"No, I'm learning by heart."

"How so?"

Tang Jiusheng looked at his son so weak.

There was anger rising in his heart, and he coughed again and again.

He leaned on his cane and said in a stern tone:

"Your roots are good, and now you are not weak.

There is also a martial arts foundation, why haven't you cultivated the fast sword for two months?

I can't learn this basic swordsmanship, how can I learn my Tang family's stunt in the future? ”

The young master in black pursed his lips.

He has lived with his mother since he was a child, and he is at ease.

This will add a dad out of thin air.

also learned that he was an illegitimate child, and it was his mother who cuckolded his original father.

There are already some pimples in my heart.

I have been used to it since I was a child, and I can't bear hardship.

Although Tang Jiusheng taught with his heart, he was unwilling to learn martial arts.

Naturally, it is impossible to get started with swordsmanship.

And Tang Jiusheng's side, seeing that he was listening to his orders, this son still didn't care.

He was also a little lonely in his heart.

After a few more words, he drove the man in black out of the hall.

Simply out of sight, out of mind.

If you want to be a hero in your own life, you can only be one step away from the half-step heavenly list when you practice martial arts.

He can be called a master in the world.

Two months ago, in this Jiangnan martial arts, there was still a response.

How majestic?

What now?

Not only is his martial arts exhausted, but even his son is not well disciplined.

Disciples in the sect, in the past two months, a small half of them have rebelled against the sect and gone to find other places to learn martial arts.

Seeing that the huge chain dock is about to decay.

The foundation that he has built for most of his life has no one to inherit.

For a while, Tang Jiusheng was also sad.

After the grief, there was a wave of resentment in my heart.

It's all to blame on that demon Shen Qiu!

Perverse and cause trouble to the martial arts!

It's not enough to kill people!

But the man did not kill him.

but to humiliate him in this way.

I didn't do anything to be sorry for that Shen Qiu!

It really is a calamity from heaven, which makes people's hearts uneasy.

Tang Jiusheng lost his soul and soul, and he lacked some emotional control.

The more you think about it, the more angry it becomes.

After a while, the sound of smashing things could be heard in the hall.

was so shocked that all the servants did not dare to approach, so they could only let the master lose his temper.

After thirty breaths, Tang Jiu sat back in his chair panting out of breath.

In front of me, the hall has been made a mess.

His gaze fell on the table at hand again.

There is a delicate wooden box there.

It was a gift from a friend before, saying that it was a rare and good sword.

found it from elsewhere and specially presented it to Tang Jiusheng.

He also advised him not to be sad and not to be discouraged.

Saying that God will help people after all, and so on.

"God really doesn't open his eyes!"

Tang Jiusheng grabbed the wooden box, gritted his teeth and said:

"If he really has eyes, why doesn't he send down a thunderbolt and chop that rampant demon to death?"

"Smack"

The wooden box was opened.

A sheathed sword, stored in it.

The simplicity is extraordinary, and the light in the hall shines, which shows that this mottled long sword is extremely quiet.

It seems that when I saw it, the anger and anger in my heart were all soothed.

It's really a psychic thing.

Even if you don't hold it, you can feel the elegance in the sword.

Although Tang Jiusheng was abolished from martial arts because of Shen Qiu.

But he loves swords all his life, and he is also a person who understands swords.

Seeing that this sword looked so good, there was a trace of love in my heart.

He wanted to smash the gift on the ground as well.

This will put it on the table again.

He reached out and picked up his sword.

It's a bit heavy in the hand.

This made Tang Jiusheng sigh again, held the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sword with a thud.

The eyes are cold and sassy, with a touch of forest white halo.

The body of the sword is like a piece of jade, and the figure of the person is clear.

"Good sword!"

Tang Jiusheng couldn't help but exclaim.

I'm thinking about it in my heart.

My friend, who doesn't go to the rivers and lakes, where did he get such a famous blade.

It's a pity that I can't use this good sword anymore.

If it was that day, when he was pulled into the demon illusion realm by Shen Qiu's demons.

With this famous blade in his hand, he will not end up like this.

His heart was full of worries and resentment.

Draw the good sword out of its scabbard and place it on your knees.

Rubbing his fingers against the cold blade of the sword, the moment his fingers touched the blade.

Tang Jiusheng blinked suddenly.

He looked around suspiciously.

I wonder if it's a delusion?

I just seemed to hear someone talking.

But in the hall, he was obviously the only one.

"You hate him."

The ethereal voice sounded again.

This time, Tang Jiusheng heard clearly.

He got up and looked left and right, and there was clearly no one else in the hall.

Where does this voice come from?

"You want revenge, you want to regain your strength, you want to replenish your soul...

I can help you. ”

The voice continued:

"Don't worry, don't resist.

Feeling with heart, the old man is the charm of the sword.

Now that I see the light of day again, I see a man who loves swords.

I can't bear to see you suffer this calamity.

If you believe me.

Let me help you. ”

Tang Jiusheng's gaze, in the next moment, fell on the long sword in his hand.

There was suspicion in his eyes.

Martial arts have been practiced to his level, and he naturally knows a lot about the secret affairs of the rivers and lakes.

He knew that all the famous blades in the world were psychic things.

I've also heard some rumors.

For example, there are warriors who are self-named and comprehend peerless martial arts.

In the Buddha staff and dragon, isn't there also a dragon spirit?

He had participated in the Battle of Jinling, so naturally he also knew this secret.

"How can you help me?"

Tang Jiusheng stroked the sword in his hand and asked tentatively.

"Hehe, it's easy."

The spiritual creature in the sword seemed to make a sound from the bottom of his heart.

He responded:

"You're missing a soul and a soul.

The old man will use the residual spirit to help you repair the defect.

Thou hast thrown thy bones undamaged.

As long as the soul is complete, rebuild the martial arts.

In a matter of months, it will be back to its full glory.

The old man still has a set of peerless swordsmanship with you.

With your talent, after learning.

Seeking revenge on that demon is just a snap of a finger. ”

"Why should I believe you?"

Tang Jiusheng asked rhetorically:

"Where is the pie falling in this world?"

"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter to the old man."

Lingyun in the sword said with a smile:

"The old man just cherished his talents, so he showed up to persuade him.

If you do not believe, let it go.

But with your current ability, don't talk about revenge, it's even difficult to run.

If you are willing to be a waste, and see the wicked man run rampant in the world.

If you want to be a turtle with a shrunken head, what can the old man do?

Besides.

Do you have anything to lose now?

As a human being, he can't even be happy and revenge.

What kind of face does he call himself a swordsman? ”

Tang Jiusheng's face was ugly.

He sat in his chair, maintaining that motion.

My heart turned a thousand times, and I thought that Shen Qiu was so at ease.

He was very angry in his heart, and the uneasiness stabbed his heart more and more.

I thought about myself seeking medical advice in the past two months.

even dragged his seriously ill body to the Lin'an Nirvana Temple.

Master Yuanwu can't cure this soul disease.

If there is no adventure, the rest of his life will be spent in this ruined body.

His own sect, his own family, his own prestige.

will cease to exist.

The eagle that once soared in the sky is now like a rooster on the ground.

Lie on the ground and look up at the sky.

The rivers and lakes martial arts that used to walk can only be found again in dreams now.

This...

It's too bitter.

Die.

Not the most terrible.

Life is worse than death every day.

Every day in the muddy.

Like the walking dead every day.

It's the most painful torture.

He is not afraid of death!

If you can become a master, you will definitely not be afraid of death.

But he is now.

but afraid to live.

It's ironic.

"Come!"

Tang Jiusheng was stirred in his heart, and he laid down a heart.

He raised his sword and reflected his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he let go of his resistance, and the long sword in front of him fused with his mind and body.

The next moment.

A stream of heat flows down the arm and into the body.

That's power.

That power was like flowing water, quickly filling Tang Jiusheng's spirit.

He could feel that the lack of his soul was being filled quickly.

I'm becoming whole!

He could feel it.

That's it.

That's it!

The light in Tang Jiusheng's eyes became brighter and brighter, as long as his heart and soul were complete.

As long as his injuries heal, he will still be the master admired by the world!

You can still fight yourself!

I have to take revenge!

Demon Hunter...

"Wait!"

The fantasy in his heart was not over yet, and Tang Jiusheng suddenly let out a hoarse cry.

Wrong.

The situation is somewhat delicate.

That power did not stop after filling the gap in the soul.

It's like a basin of ink poured into the water, infecting his soul quickly.

Memory.

Memories that don't belong to him emerge in front of his eyes.

The memory of his ontology is contained, transformed, and filled little by little.

Wrong!

That's not true!

Tang Jiusheng was terrified in his heart and wanted to throw the long sword.

But it's too late.

The world before him became more and more blurry amid the maniacal laughter of an old man.

He could see his son and rushed into the room in shock.

It seems that he wants to support him.

"Let's go!"

He wanted to shout out and tell his son to stay away from him.

But the last cry was completely stuck in his throat with the darkness in front of him.

"Hmm"

Tang Jiusheng, who fell to the ground, opened his eyes in his son's arms.

The eyes were warm, just like the gentle eyes of the old man.

He looked at his anxious son and smiled.

Fingers moved.

It was a little stiff at first.

But soon, it became flexible.

"Don't be afraid, Yu'er, don't be afraid."

Tang Jiusheng struggled with his body and let his son help him up.

Moving shoulders and limbs.

And he picked up the ancient sword from the ground and put it into its scabbard.

Under the surprised gaze of the man in black, his father's waist, which was always hunched, stretched out at this moment.

It's as if he has changed back to the original master who was rampant in the world.

"It's no big deal for my father to break through the martial arts."

Tang Jiusheng smiled and said to his illegitimate son:

"You go and have fun, you don't have to practice swords in the future.

By the way, I invited the elders of the sect to come over and have something to say to them for my father.

Oh, by the way, get your mom ready too.

Tonight, let's have a good meal as a family. ”

The man in black was a little puzzled.

He had only been with Tang Jiusheng for two months, and he was not very familiar with each other.

But the dad in front of him is much easier to get along with than the grumpy owner in the past two months.

After he left, Tang Jiusheng moved his neck.

Make a clicking sound.

He looked left and right, and there was a mess around him.

He chuckled, stroking his beard as he remembered it.

He said to himself:

"As you said, in this world, there is no such thing as pie in the sky."

"That's stupid."

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"Ahh

At the same time, on the tributaries of the Yangtze River.

Shen Qiupan sat in the boat, in the sword jade dream, he looked with great interest, looking at the wisps of remnant souls flying around in the aura in front of him, roaring endlessly.

The soul body was weak and weak, after all, there was only one soul and one soul.

There is no body left.

But I could vaguely see the face on the soul.

It is Tang Jiusheng's hero.

But he was in great pain at this point.

It's like the most terrible torture.

"I'm going to kill him!"

The remnant screamed:

"Kill the dog thief who robbed me of my body and took my name! Kill him!

Yes! I hate it! ”

"What shouting!"

Shen Qiu cursed, and his hand commanded.

The aura gathered and dispersed, whipping like a whip on the screaming remnant.

The latter was beaten painfully, and he also regained his senses.

He didn't dare to scream again, so he descended from the sky and landed in front of Shen Qiu.

Effortlessly conjured up his body and kneeled on the ground.

shouted to Shen Qiu:

"Ask the immortals to help me! Save the lives of my family's children!

Kill that Penglai demon!

In the powder and bones, there is no retribution! ”

"Huh."

Shen Qiu chuckled.

He looked at the remnant soul at his feet, and said:

"Look, I've said it all.

You will soon beg me to save you.

It's just that I didn't expect that the speed of Penglai people's actions was quite fast.

However, Tang Jiusheng, I won't save you.

You have to save yourself! ”

Shen Qiu said:

"Shen doesn't care if you like me or hate me.

I don't care about you in the future, it's to fight with my sword.

It's still all right.

I just need you to help me attack Penglai.

Whether you want it or not!

I will give you aura and help you cultivate your soul.

When we meet in the future, we will give you the opportunity to give up your life.

Can you regain your body and kill the demons?

It's up to you. ”

As he spoke, he turned around.

In this sword jade fantasy dream, remnant souls like Tang Jiusheng were flying everywhere behind him.

It's like hundreds of ghost fires.

He tilted his head.

To the remnants of resentment:

"It's the same!"

"Penglai will occupy your body and ruin your reputation, I won't help you one by one.

You have to save yourselves.

What Shen can give you is just a chance to take revenge.

Yes, I know.

You have come to this point, all of them are the handiwork of Shen.

But to be human.

You have to look forward, and it makes no sense to dwell on the past.

Anyway, you can't hurt me now. ”

Shen Qiu looked at those ghostly remnant souls, flying around him.

He opened his arms and asked in a loud voice:

"I want to attack Penglai, please ask the world's masters to help."

"Are you waiting for these lonely souls and wild ghosts, are you willing to walk with Shen?"