Wudao looked at Mo Chou who was dazed, his brows furrowed slightly, he was also a little hesitant in his heart now, and finally said to him: "You sit down, I'll tell you a story." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mo Chou sat on the chair, stopped the language without a word, and said: " In fact, this story is a very cliché story, in a place far away from here, there are ten sects of the righteous path, three sects of the demon path, these two forces are opposed to each other, just like the Demon Dragon Mountain and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the True Martial Sect here, the two sides are fighting endlessly, the war is continuous, and all beings are also tortured for this, at this time, there is an outstanding person in the righteous path sect, he took the lead in the joint discussion with the demon sect, to avoid causing greater harm to the people of the world, this initiative was initially rejected by other sects, but with the change of time, the remaining righteous path nine doors also chose to talk together, and finally the world finally returned to peace, although there were occasional opposites between the good and the devil, but both sides were more restrained, and in the years that followed, the world also called this illustrious man the Juggernaut. ”

Wudao picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued: " But the most troublesome thing in this world is the way of life and death, even if it was the first to negotiate with the Demon Dao Sect, and then the sword saint who promoted the truce of the righteous and demons was no match for the power of the years and began to grow old, and at this time, a practice appeared from an unknown place, this exercise can absorb the life of others and transform it into its own life, but because it hurts the heavens and harmony, the cultivator of this exercise is also called a ghost by the world, and will hunt it down, plus the comprehensive ban of the ten doors of the righteous path, so this exercise has not been able to spread, but one day, the sword saint saw this exercise, and his heart suddenly fell into a struggle, For him, he is already respected by the world in this life, admired by others, and has supreme power and authority, but he can't break the boundary between life and death after all, and with the passage of time, the power has begun to slowly disappear, which makes him gradually have inexplicable thoughts in his heart, but he looks at that exercise, but he doesn't dare to practice, because the essence of this exercise is to take other people's lives for his own use, which is despised by the world, and as a dignified sword saint, how can he practice this kind of exercise? So he put down the exercise and sealed it. ”

"But how terrible people's desires are, no one knows, that sword saint has always resisted the cultivation of that exercise with the support of honor, but as time went by, he grew old little by little, until one day, he couldn't even hold the sword he cherished the most, and on that day, the honor that had been supporting him collapsed, and he chose to practice that exercise. ”

Speaking of this, Wudao seemed to be the same as Mo Chou, at this time Mo Chou was listening to this story intently, and suddenly saw Wudao's gaze, and suddenly his body trembled, and he was frightened.

Wudao smiled and continued: " From that moment on, the former Sword Saint died, and the one who survived was only a ghost, but the Sword Saint had two disciples before his death, and his two disciples were known as the peerless heroes at that time, and they were known by everyone as a strong man who could become a sect by one person, one day, the eldest of his two disciples discovered the secret of the Sword Saint becoming a ghost of the past, at that moment, he felt as if the sky was falling apart, and the pillars of the whole person collapsed, because in the hearts of the two disciples, they had always been chasing with the goal of the Sword Saint, but when they found that the Sword Saint who had always been admired by them and loved like a father became a ghost of the deadThe impact on them was too great, even to the point that they couldn't bear it, but that disciple thought of another thing at this moment, that was how to protect his master's proudest Sword Saint title, and in the end he chose to kill the master. ”

"When the deceased ghost went out to kill again, the disciple started a battle with it, maybe the deceased ghost didn't expect that his proudest disciple had already grown to the point of surpassing him, and in the end, the disciple successfully killed him, but this matter must have an ending after all, so the disciple chose to bear all the infamy, defined himself as a murderer, and was finally hunted down by the world, but for some reason, the disciple did not die in the end, but was sealed in the big array, okay, the story is over。 ”

"Is it over?Does this have anything to do with my business?" Mo Chou was a little confused, feeling that he had just listened to a story, and nothing else had been gained.

Wudao squinted his eyes slightly and said: "I am that disciple, and before I killed the teacher, in order to put everything down to do this, I cut my past self out of my body, so I have you." ”

"Oh, so I'm the same person I used to be. Mo Chou nodded, as if he understood.

"Ahhh

"Yes, you're the part of me that used to be, do you remember the day I told you to take off your clothes? that's what I did to check your body, and I found something like this, so I can be sure you're who you used to be. ”

"What, something. Mo Chou became stuttering as he spoke, obviously he was still a little unacceptable.

"Take your clothes off. Wudao asked him to take off his clothes again, and this time Mo Chou didn't refuse, and took it off directly.

At the same time, Wudao also took off his clothes, and then pointed to his chest in front of Mo Chou, only to see that at this moment, a very strange pattern appeared on Wudao's chest, this pattern was like a broken sword, and then Wudao put his hand on Mo Chou's chest, and then this pattern also appeared on Mo Chou's chest.

"What is this pattern?" Mo Chou swallowed.

"This is the imprint of my cultivated talent. ”

"Talent sigil?"

"Yes, there are always some people in this world who are different from ordinary people, they have all kinds of talents, and these talents can help them go further on the path of cultivation, and although I am very qualified in cultivation, I don't have those special talents, so I have spent a long time studying the various secrets of the human body, that is, at that time, I found that when the cultivation reaches a certain level, it is possible to stimulate the potential talent of the human body through special methods, but just so, I am still a little dissatisfied, because even if I stimulate the talent, then my juniors may still not have special talents, so after my unremitting research, I finally found a way, that is, to engrave the special talent stimulated in the body on the yuan fetus, so that my descendants can inherit the special talent they have stimulated, and directly have this special talent at birth, and after that, I survived the catastrophe of ascending to the sky, after the yuan fetus and the body merged, the talent mark engraved on the yuan fetus also appeared on the body, but usually this mark is invisible, and only through special methods can it be urged. Wudao explained.

"Yuan Fetus, Ascending to the Heavens, what are these?" Mo Chou felt that his head was big. (To be continued.) )