At night, the moon is already high, looking at the Great Wall in the distance, like a winding dragon lying between the Great Hung Kingdom and the outside of the Saiwai in the mist.

The dense fog filled the sky above, like a veil of mystery, shrouding the entire Humen Pass.

Tang leisurely lay on the glazed tiles on the roof, with a small plate of peanuts and a pot of Huadiao wine.

The small courtyard is quiet, and the sound of the spring breeze blowing the green leaves can be heard clearly, which is very quiet. The streets in the distance are brightly lit, and it is obvious that those heroes who are still indulging in wine and singing are still indulging in binge drinking, and I don't know if there is still a fight in a certain place in Humen Pass at this time.

The post station had already fallen into the darkness of the night, and only the oil lamp in the house of the Taoist priest could be seen, as if he was studying all night.

"Smack. With a soft sound, a ladder was set up on the eaves of the roof, and Zhao Gouji's head poked up.

At this time, Zhao Gou was not the expressionless coldness of the past, there seemed to be some sadness between his eyebrows, and he asked softly, "Is there any wine?"

Tang Xian was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you don't drink when practicing swords?"

Zhao Gou ignored Tang Xian, climbed to the roof and copied Tang Xian's wine jug with one hand, and poured it hard, feeling the spicy in his mouth flowing down his throat, watering Zhao Gou's tormented heart.

Tang Xian opened his mouth and said, "Do you really want to take that sword spectrum?"

Zhao Gou poured another mouthful and said, "Take!"

"Why do you want to take it?" asked Tang Xian.

Zhao Gou didn't speak, but just clenched the sword in his hand.

The sword was very broken, the blade seemed to be a saw blade, the sword body was pitted, and there was no sword spike on the hilt, like the bare head of a monk. But it was unusually clean.

Tang Xian suddenly felt that this sword was very similar to Zhao Gou.

Or rather...... Zhao Gou is very similar to this sword.

If a swordsman is like a sharp sword, then he will definitely be able to make a name for himself. But if it's like a broken sword......

Tang Xian thought about the entire "Commenting on the World" in his head, and couldn't find words that could comfort Zhao Gou.

After a long time, Tang Xian asked, "Why do you want to practice swords?"

Zhao Gou's eyes were already clouded with drunkenness at this time, and he said leisurely: "Take revenge." Fifteen years ago, my father was killed outside the gate, and there are no bones left!"

"Since then, I have been named Zhao Gouhe, the revenge has not been avenged, I am living in Gouhe, I have not taken revenge for a day, I will be called Zhao Gouhe for a day, and I will be called Zhao Gouge for ten years!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? You can call Zhao Gou for another fifteen years!" Tang Xian asked.

Zhao Gou gritted his teeth and said, "Because my father's sword score was taken back!"

"Your father is Zhao Jinwu!" Tang Xian was stunned.

Fifteen years ago, the dignified Sword Sect was full of spirit, with two swords in hand, and fought all the famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, but unfortunately his fate fell outside the pass. There are still descendants.

But...... At that time, Zhao Jinwu not only had unparalleled swordsmanship, but also an internal force technique was also a top-one existence in the rivers and lakes, on the other hand, Zhao Gou was ......

Feeling Tang Xian's doubts, Zhao Gou smiled bitterly and said, "Aren't you curious, why did he Zhao Jinwu give birth to such a waste son as me......?"

Zhao Gou paused for a moment and said, "I was born with no pulse. ”

Absolute pulse means that the meridians are blocked, and it is impossible to practice any exercises, and half of the internal force cannot be derived from the body.

The absolute pulse is the most taboo thing in the martial arts family, because if a person is born with a dead pulse, he is destined to have no relationship with the rivers and lakes.

I don't know how many young people who yearn for the rivers and lakes are blocked by this vein.

"Wu Shisan is right today, I'm just an ant!"

The revenge has not been avenged, and he is still a natural waste, Zhao Gou feels that the Huadiao wine in his mouth is becoming more and more bitter.

Facing the disciple of his father's greatest rival in the past, Zhao Gou found that he and Wu Shisan were very different. Wu Shisan's Three Sword Flows were already able to make thirteen transformations, but he couldn't condense even the simplest internal force, and he could only repeat thousands of slashes every day.

"Hehe......" At this time, Tang Xian suddenly smiled, snatched the wine jug in Zhao Gou's hand, poured a sip, and asked, "How many times do you practice swords every day?"

Zhao Gou said: "Three thousand times!"

Tang Xian asked, "How many times a year do you practice swords?"

Zhao Gou replied: "One hundred and ninety-five thousand times!"

Tang Xian asked: "You have practiced swords for ten years, how many times have you practiced swords?"

Zhao Gou gritted his teeth and replied: "Ten million and nine hundred and fifty thousand times!"

After answering this sentence, Zhao Gou suddenly felt that the bitterness in his heart seemed to be relieved a little, and an inexplicable power in his chest seemed to begin to sprout with the strength of wine.

"Since you want to practice swords, don't care too much about what others say to you!" Tang Xian suddenly shouted:

"Otherwise, you'll be a big pants and you'll have to carry whatever other people fart!"

Zhao Gou was stunned, and the strength of his sword seemed to increase.

Tang Xian stood up and said: "I'll help you with the sword spectrum, whether you can get it or not is your life, don't think too much about those who practice swords, learn from careful heart, and break the demons is the most important thing!"

"But...... I was born with a ......," Zhao Gou muttered.

"He Wu Thirteen is talented and intelligent, and his internal strength is profound, so all the moves he uses are based on internal strength! That is called swordsmanship!" Tang Xian said firmly.

"You don't have internal strength, what you cultivate is the way of the sword!"

"Kendo ......" Zhao Gou felt the power in his heart hit his chest again, and his eyes burst with longing essence, as if he was a hungry wolf in the desert, waiting for Tang Xian's next words.

Kendo, a word that has only appeared in legends.

Those who get the heart of the sword are cultivating the way of the sword, and the way of the sword can resist the sword for thousands of miles, and it can go to the sky and the moon!

"Tell you a secret...... Tang Xian mysteriously leaned over and said softly: "Sword Immortal Li Fuxue has a sword across the river for thousands of miles, and it is not a swordsmanship......

Suddenly, Zhao Gou had an epiphany, as if a crack opened in the dark night sky, allowing the light to shine in!

With that, Tang Xian turned over, jumped off the glazed tiles on the roof, and disappeared into the darkness.

When he jumped down, Tang Xian turned sideways, kicked the ladder that Zhao Gou had kicked up, and laughed mischievously: "Haha!

On the roof, Zhao Gou was alone, frowning and stunned, and whispered: "It's really cheap......"

......

Late at night, Humen closed.

Tonight's vigil is Wang Jian of the second battalion of the Iron Halberd Army, Wang Jian, who is only in his thirties, has become the centurion of the Iron Halberd Army, and has fought with the Jin Zhen clan and demon beasts outside the Saiwai many times, and a halberd once cut down thirteen strong enemies of the Jin Zhen clan in a war.

Standing at the pass, fifty torches illuminated the surrounding radius of 100 meters.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of carriages in the distance, and gradually a convoy appeared in Wang Jian's field of vision.

"Alert!" Wang Jian whispered to the brothers around him.

The brothers of the second battalion of the Iron Halberd Army moved in response, and dozens of halberds slammed into the convoy, with a murderous awe-inspiring awe, and the torches around the capital made a "hula" sound.

"Don't do it, it's me!" At this moment, a somewhat flattering voice came from the first carriage.

At this time, Wang Jian could already see this face clearly, it was a middle-aged wild Taoist priest wearing a dirty Taoist robe.

I saw that the Taoist priest was wearing a yellow robe, with several cloth bags hanging on his body, two strands of beard hanging down, and a Taoist crown buckled crookedly on his head.

"Hmm, it's a wild Taoist?" Wang Jian suddenly said.

The wild Taoist priest is actually a corpse chaser, because there are people in the rivers and lakes who go out of the customs to the demon forest and the Jin Zhen clan all the year round in Humen Pass, and many people have lost their lives outside the pass, so that the corpse cannot return to the roots, so there is a corpse chaser. There are also some corpse chasers who will transport the corpses of the Jinzhen people in order to make some crooked money.

I heard that some evil corpse chasers can even make corpses stand up and walk on their own.

However, this wild Taoist priest had no such ability at all, so he could only put the body in a coffin and transport it back in a carriage.

Of course, this wild Taoist priest also has some skills, the convoy has a total of ten carriages, each car is stacked with five coffins, and only this wild Taoist priest is in control.

It is no wonder that the corpse chaser industry itself is full of bad luck, and people go around everywhere they go, so few people are willing to be with corpses every day. Therefore, almost every corpse chaser has practiced the skill of being able to drive several carriages by one person.

The wild Taoist priest drove to the pass, smiled at Wang Jian, and said: "It's too bad luck to drive the corpse during the day, and I don't want to be seen, so I can only walk at night, and I hope that the military master will let me go, and the family is still waiting for them to go back!"

Even though Wang Jian had experienced a hundred battles, he still felt a chill behind him when he heard this, but he still did business, and said: "Open the coffin!

"Yes!" dozens of iron halberders swarmed up, lifted the coffins on the carriage, and opened and closed them one by one to check.

Upon examination, everyone in the coffin turned blue, their hands and feet were cold, and there was a somewhat rancid smell, and they were obviously dead.

And on the head of each dead person, a yellow Taoist symbol was pasted on the door of the wild Taoist priest, which is said to be able to retain the soul of the deceased and bring him home.

However, Huang Jian knew that this was just a trick by the wild Taoist priest to cheat money, a yellow charm and a tael of silver.

After the inspection, Wang Jian shouted to the brothers on the city wall: "Switch, release people!"

"Squeak......" sound.

A crack opened in the fine iron gate, and the Iron Halberd Army left a way for the wild Taoist priest.

The wild Taoist priest hurriedly smiled and thanked him, got into the carriage, shouted the trumpet in his mouth, and drove slowly.

Soon, one man, ten carts, and fifty dead people slowly disappeared into the thick fog......