Killing officials and slaughtering officials, it's not that Wuxiangzi has never done it, but those are mostly lackeys and minions under the family, and there is not much trouble after killing.

The royal family, although the people in the rivers and lakes are contemptuous, but in fact, they are not willing to face each other, otherwise the world is so big that it can be said that it is difficult to have a place to stay.

The royal family is essentially a family, at best the largest family, so what is the family?

It is a million armor soldiers with spears and crossbows, countless elite literati and warriors who are willing to be minions, and a vast net that is densely spread over the people!

Such a behemoth, who dares to say loudly that they will all be thrown into the mud of the dung toilet?

Whoever dares to say that, it must be a madman, a fanatic!

Wuxiangzi and Fang Yuan glanced at each other, their expressions serious.

Zhang Yuan said these words loudly with a "Zen sound" that he didn't know when, this is already a "determination"!

This is because those who are vain and deceitful in nature will not be able to practice Zen sound, and those who have attained Zen sound will be those who are sincere in their own hearts.

Zen comes from the heart.

On weekdays, you may be able to deceive people, but if you say it in "Zen sound", it must come from your heart, almost with your will.

Determination is "vow" in Buddhism!

This is a great wish of the heart that is not half-false and earnest!

The two of them knew this, so they were shocked and complicated.

Wuxiangzi "haha" smiled: "Good ambition! Good ambition! has greatly surpassed Lao Tzu and me." Okay, how about letting you be a fellow practitioner of Buddhism and martial arts?"

"Old friend! Wuxiangzi looked at Zhang Yuan, and said coldly: "In the next few days, the old man will teach you the arts." However, the heart sutra swordsmanship, the old man only said it once, if you can't remember, or your comprehension is slow, don't blame the old man for slashing you to death with one palm, lest you die like a dog in the hands of the family in the future!"

Fang Yuan whispered a Buddha name, and there was a thought of giving up in his heart. He almost concluded that Zhang Yuan would not end well in the future, and he originally had the idea of looking for a successor to the mantle and expanding the temple, so as not to be squeezed by his old opponent Wen Tianguan.

If Zhang Yuan is destined to die early, then why bother...... Wait a minute!

Fang Yuan's Gujing Bubo's face suddenly froze, and he looked at Zhang Yuan incredulously: "Little donor, you...... When did you learn the Zen sound??"

Fang Cai's words were too sensational, which made him ignore a more important point.

Under the Bodhi tree, Zhang Yuan's expression was calm, and he couldn't see that he had just made a murderous vow, only to see him silently stretch out his palm and stay quietly in front of his chest.

The breeze blows, and a Bodhi falls, just in the palm of the hand, and its color is blue.

Looking at this Bodhi intently, Zhang Yuan's expression was light: "Holding a broom and sweeping leaves, hearing the morning class and evening recitation, it will naturally come naturally." ”

Hearing this, Fang Yuan's eyes bulged violently, and his cheeks were shaking, which was a rare gaffe......

It often took years for others to work hard, but even the young disciple of Fang Tai, who was so gifted that he did not hesitate to take the place of the deceased master in order to take charge of the monastery in the future, took three years to successfully learn to chant and officially become a novice.

Reading Buddhist scriptures diligently, chanting day and night, in order to grasp a ray of spiritual light, often sit in front of the wall for a few days, these years or even more than ten years of hard work, was swept by this person for a month, and listened to a month's morning and evening homework, so easily learned?

Fang Yuan raised his palms, wanting to habitually recite a Buddha name......

It's just that my hands tremble, my throat is dry, and I can't read it, and a Buddha heart that has been cultivated for a hundred years is almost forgotten.

......

"Whew!Whew!"

In a remote courtyard of the Temple of the Afterlife, a figure was carrying a sword like the wind, and in half a breath, three swords were quickly stabbed, and the sound of the sword breaking through the air rang out.

A stone flew out of Wuxiangzi's hand, hit Zhang Yuan's arm hard, frowned and scolded: "Stupid! What is the meaning of no phase? Formless form, no phase, no sound, no breath, no trace, nothing to trace, it is said to be phaseless!"

"What are you doing with such a loud noise? Are you scaring people? Come again!"

Although Wuxiangzi was severely reprimanded, he secretly gritted his teeth in his heart, and was jealous and hateful.

"Bai Xi, the mother of the grass mothers, do you want to learn so fast, if you continue like this, Lao Tzu's injury has not been healed, but your ability will be cleaned up by your kid. ”

There are not many martial arts in the Wuxiang Sword Sect, only a Wuxiang Silence Sutra and a set of Wuxiang Soul Destroying Sword, but it is enough to dominate the world and stand at the peak of the martial arts sect.

It's just that this sword sect has never liked to develop disciples on a large scale, and there are only a few two or three descendants in each generation, so the power is not large, unlike other sects, there are hundreds of disciples at every turn, and there are countless industries, as if one side is strong.

This is also the reason why Wuxiangzi dared to assassinate officials, who were homeless and unemployed, and there were only a handful of people, who could transfer their strongholds at any time, without fear of being besieged by the government. As long as it doesn't annoy the family, it can be said that he is a real warrior who escapes the world.

Zhang Yuan was silent for a while, repeatedly figuring out the essence of the swordsmanship, and the sword stabbed out again......

The sword is silent, and the sword light is magnificent!

"Stupid!" the flying stone of the phaseless son smashed again, and scolded: "The sword light is too strong, do you rely on this stabbing to blind the enemy's dogs?

said this, but in his heart he was powerless to complain - although there are still flaws, but every time he points out the problem, this son can quickly correct it, and the progress is amazing!

This set of swordsmanship has been reduced to simplicity, there are only nine styles in total, but the power is amazing.

These nine styles are Soul Swinging, Soul Breaking, Soul Destroying, Soul Extermination, Soul Shattering, Soul Slaying, Soul Slaying, Soul Calming, and Soul Hypracticing!

Destroy and destroy the slaughter!

The essence of the world's swordsmanship is condensed in these nine styles, cultivated to perfection, and with the heart method, no one in the world can control it!

These nine-style sword moves, Zhang Yuan started in one day, became small in three days, and became successful in five days, if he hadn't checked it repeatedly, he really suspected that the other party had secretly learned the martial arts of his own sect early!

Wuxiangzi is indeed jealous and hateful, jealous of such qualifications, why don't I have such qualifications? Hate is that I have practiced for ten years to complete the swordsmanship, and this kid has almost mastered it in just a few days!

Doesn't that make the old man look as stupid as a pig and a dog?

No, it has to be suppressed and suppressed, so the scene of the previous scene appeared......

The sword is in the hand, the intention is in the heart, and the dantian is heavy.

As time passed, Zhang Yuan became more and more sure that he had practiced this set of swordsmanship, and such a speed and such a proficient feeling were definitely not his own illusions.

The snow on the winter night is getting heavier and heavier.

As far as the eye can see, it is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the dripping water on the eaves gradually turns into a long string of ice skates, arranged in a neat and orderly manner, crystal clear, and beautiful.

A day ago, Zhang Yuan sent away Wuxiangzi, and when he saw the other party's back gradually disappearing, he suddenly felt a wordless sadness in his heart.

It's indescribable and unclear......

In the darkness, Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged, his heart facing the sky, silently running the Heart Sutra of Annihilation. He can quickly grasp the essence of the exercises, but the skills can only be accumulated slowly.

The Phaseless Soul Sword, the nine styles have all reached the point of great completion, but it is difficult to achieve the further perfection realm in a short period of time, maybe he was so stupid in the first place?

As if sensing something, Zhang Yuan regained his pranayama and silently watched the world outside the window lattice.

Snowy daylight, cold and silent.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps broke the dead silence around him, Fang Yuan pushed the door in, and the cold air flow outside the house swept in, but he didn't seem to be aware of it, and there was still a bit of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Zhang Yuan! Let me ask you, are you willing to become a 'holy monk'?"