"Because it was he who killed his own mother with his own hands......"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, shaking me in place, and the impact of my heart instantly came straight to my mind, I didn't react at the first time, and when the meaning of this sentence was clear and clear in my mind, I felt a wave of nausea that wanted to vomit, which was an extreme worry for no reason, and the interweaving of dreams and real reality that I couldn't believe it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This, how is this possible!"

I didn't know what I should say, I blurted out an exclamation, and the others also showed incredible expressions, and quickly looked at the timeline, Tianzang's resolute face came into view, I suddenly wanted him back, and I desperately wanted him to come back.

"Are you convinced!?"

Victor immediately asked.

Zheng Yan seemed to have anticipated our expressions, but at the moment he was very calm, and nodded slowly,

"However, the nine knives at that time were not normal, as for the specific details, I couldn't see it clearly, it was almost the deepest memory he buried in his heart, and it was perfectly ignored."

I still remember when I went to Tianzang's hometown to face the famous flower Heya, his father was so wise, with Tianzang as the greatest pride in his life, but he ever thought that he would have such a past, I don't know if his father knew, if he knew, every time he faced his own child, how tormented this father's heart should be!

In the timeline, Tianzang had already traced back, and Xue Ji quickly caught up with him, and the two did not speak, as if two auroras passed by in an instant.

After a few moments, the two figures stopped, and the picture began to appear, still the moment when the blood dust first erupted.

Hellish scenes are filled all over the world, Tian Zang was born in 2019, the year before the blood dust fell, and spent the last beauty of this world in a time period with no memory.

The blood-colored sky, the black clouds and lightning, the howling wind, and the apocalyptic scene are terrifying, and I don't know how these survivors would feel when they look back on these years, and I'm afraid I can't really understand it.

The Heavenly Burial Dojo is uninhabited, the gate is closed, it is not this place, and there is hardly a single figure in the place where the picture passes.

Then the scene suddenly changed, this seemed to be an underground shelter, and I saw a young man who looked like Tianzang, wearing a long knife at his waist, and a sad face between his eyebrows, this should be Tianzang's father.

Walking between the shelters, he was followed by a large group of people who were also armed with swords, and when the ordinary people saw this group of people walking by, they all began to talk,

"Is this going to be transferred again?"

"Looks like the infected have arrived here."

"Where are these burial people going?"

The leading man ignored these arguments, and went straight to a spacious tent, where the rest of the people waited, and inside the tent was a thin but noble woman, with a baby boy more than a year old in her arms.

The timeline seems to return to the beginning of Tianzang, and the baby boy is looking at the world curiously with a pair of eyes.

"We're going to evacuate the people tomorrow, but there were some accidents on this road not long ago, and now there are not enough people, so Sadui came to ask me yesterday and wanted us to take a look."

"Well, stay safe."

The wife nodded as always, she understood her husband and did not want to stop him from doing what he wanted to do and should do.

The man smiled softly, kissed his wife lightly on the forehead, and then kissed the baby in his wife's arms, and left without looking back.

In Tianzang's sight, this majestic figure gradually faded away, which is probably Tianzang's original memory.

"Do you remember that?"

Xue Ji asked suddenly, Tian Zang closed his eyes, as if he wanted to nod, but finally shook his head.

The picture turns again, this time it is already in a deep mountain, time is a few years, and what has happened in the past few years does not seem to attract the attention of snoopers, and the jump in the picture can be described as huge.

And here, Tianzang is already a teenager, he is holding a wooden knife, and another teenager is slashing wildly, the two teenagers are full of momentum, and they don't understand that they think they are doing a life-and-death duel.

When I looked closely, there were many people in samurai costumes kneeling around them.

The sound of the wooden knife slashing was mixed with the sound of the knife breaking through the air, and the two teenagers clenched their teeth and sweated like rain, and the people around them showed a trace of surprise.

The other teenager who fought against Tianzang was also beautiful, and I still remember the outline of his face, if I thought correctly, this should be the famous flower of his youth.

It seems that this should be the famous flower dojo, Tianzang's father has taken his family to old friends, and the development of things has taken a huge turn here.

"Young Master Tianzang and Young Master Minghua are really heroes, they are really amazing!"

An elderly middle-aged man around him leaned slightly sideways to the side.

"There's no way, their fathers are all descendants of the two great sword path streams, Tianzang Young Master and Minghua Young Master grow up like this, I'm afraid they will soon surpass their fathers."

As he spoke, the two wooden knives slashed together, only to hear a snap, the wooden knife in the hand of the young man Tianzang broke in response, and the first half flew out instantly, causing the people in that direction to quickly get up and dodge.

Everyone exclaimed, and the young man Tianzang looked at the broken knife in his hand, and his expression was very unwilling.

"Dream again, your knife is broken, and I win again!"

"No, the quality of this wooden knife is too inferior, and you won't be glorious."

"Hey, winning is winning, losing is losing, didn't your father teach you, the knife in your hand is your body, you must understand the weapon in your hand, the knife kills, it's only because you don't know the knife in your hand too much, that's why you let it break."

"No, I can't accept such a defeat!"

"Tsk! Then what do you want, you have lost three battles in five days. ”

"Compare it with a real knife!"

This sentence made Minghua Heya stunned, not because he was afraid, but because he knew Tianzang's character, if he didn't use a real knife to compare, Tianzang might have to fight again one day, but if he used a real knife, he would violate the rules set by his father, and he would be punished very severely.

And when the surrounding group of people heard this, they immediately exploded.

"Tianzang boy, the two masters have said that you can't use real knives in the competition, please be sure to retract the sentence just now!"

"Long-winded!"

The young man Tianzang stubbornly glanced at the man, and the young man was a little annoyed,

"You've grown up, don't be so childish!?"

"No, I haven't used my stunt yet, the knife is broken, I won't be convinced, use the knife to fight again, I can be sure, you can't take my new move!"

As he spoke, a look of smugness and confidence appeared on Tianzang's face, which made Minghua interested, and he was also a little moved.

"What, are you afraid?"

"You want to provoke me?"

"Hmph, it's not a radical general, you're just scared!"

"Hmph, that's good!"

Minghua nodded and agreed to the request, ignoring everyone's objections, asked the inspection to take two real knives, handed them to Tianzang, and kept one for himself and put it on his belt.

Tianzang stroked the real knife, pulled it out, and suddenly a cold light appeared.

"Come on!"

The young Minghua shouted, but just as he was about to take the other party's attack, his face changed drastically, and he immediately lowered his arm.

"Hey! I haven't started yet! ”

The young Tianzang didn't realize that their father had appeared on the sidelines at some point, and after waiting for a while, the young Tianzang turned his head to look around, only then did he realize that the surroundings seemed to be a little too quiet, and everyone lowered their heads and didn't look at themselves.

Turning his head again, he found out the reason, and couldn't help but panic, secretly calling out bad luck.

The two teenagers suddenly turned from menacing to sluggish, because a trace of anger appeared on the faces of both fathers.

At night, the flow of water in the bamboo tube, the green bamboo beating the bluestone, in this rare environment that is not polluted by blood and dust, two teenagers each hang upside down on the bamboo pole, two hands carrying a wooden bucket full of water, constantly doing another way of pull-ups.

"Seventy-nine...... 80 ...... Bayi ...... Whew......"

The young man counted the flowers, but suddenly heard the sound of the wooden barrel falling and smashing on the ground, and then the water flowed all over the ground, and Tianzang had already untied the rope tied to his feet and fell to the ground.

"Hey! A hundred of them were done so quickly!? ”

Hearing this, Tianzang's face became a little embarrassed for a moment, and he nodded hesitantly,

"You kid, you're lazy!"

The young Minghua knew his little friend very well, but he didn't say anything anymore, he also threw away the bucket, untied the rope and fell.

"If it weren't for you, why would we suffer this sin!"

Hearing this, Tianzang's face turned red, but he still didn't answer.

The young Minghua thought it was funny, he was two years older than Tianzang, but he was much more mature,

"Eh, let me ask you, what's the trick you've come up with? Is it really that powerful? ”

Seeing the other party asking, Tianzang's face suddenly showed a trace of excitement,

"Of course, there are nine styles in total, but I can only use the first form now, and I tell you, my nine styles are amazing! If you can fully use it, don't talk about you, your father and my father may not be able to follow! ”

"It's that powerful!?"

The young Minghua obviously didn't believe it, in his eyes, the most powerful person in the world should be his father, after the arrival of the Tianzang family, Tianzang's father tied for first place with his father.

Then, Tian Zang began to describe his nine styles, all of which were mythical moves that ordinary people couldn't do at all.

"Who are you when you are? God!? ”

Minghua exclaimed in surprise, but Tianzang shook his head,

"I believe that one day, we can surpass the limit, I can surpass the limit, and then I will really bring out the nine forms!"

"Then you'll have to think of a name first."

"Well, if you think about it, it's called the Nine Swords Killing Style!"