The mountain dance is galloping, reckless in the world, and the snow is covered in deep winter.

In the township of the capital of the King of Qi, there are all kinds of gossip, and many people are discussing the young man who stepped on the snow to the sky and killed many monks and saved them that day.

However, no one could have guessed.

The owner of the Ten Thousand Swords Dojo was seriously injured, but after all, he was bandaged and came out injured, and continued to recruit students, he seemed to know who the young man was, but he didn't say anything.

In the palace, the Golden Tyrant seemed to know who it was, and he didn't say anything.

There are good words.

There are also some unkindnesses.

In the noise of everyone, one of them suddenly said in an impatient tone: "What are you discussing, in my opinion, he is also a member of the sect, high up, different from us mortals, and very expensive." ”

Someone next to him said, "He saved you." ”

"Do I want him to save me? Do I want him? If you have the ability, he will take my life back." Phew! It's just a matter of fame and reputation. ”

"Where's the name?"

"Hey, we're discussing, and he suddenly blew up his identity, isn't that famous?

Anyway, he has nothing to do with us, I saw it from a distance, the young man was wearing a gorgeous dress, and I am afraid that the clothes will be a lot of money.

Where did all this money come from? Anyway, he didn't earn it himself, what is the difference between this and those powerful people? It's ridiculous, and there are many people who are grateful to him, and the whole world is really drunk and I am sober. ”

"That is, if he is really good to us, he should reveal all his skills, and then teach us, so that everyone can be like him, and then I will admit that he is really good, otherwise I will not feel that he is any different from those masters. Why would he be, we wouldn't? Is there any difference between people and people, why?"

"Tut-tut, that's right, who wants him to save him, I hope there are more deaths, that young man is the most damned, hehe, he is helping the sect to clear his name, he thinks that if he saves us, we will be grateful to him, grateful to the sect? Hehe, don't be deceived by his hypocrisy. I've seen a lot of people like this. ”

That is, the foolish people will be grateful to him, and will be deceived by his hypocrisy, and think that he is a good man, and think that he is kind. Don't say it, don't say it... The widow of the Wang family has just died of her husband, her family has money, I have to cheat her, maybe I can cheat a lot of money, if she refuses to give, her little son will not want to live through the winter, and those who become big things are not informal, hahaha. ”

"I also have to go and get busy, the old man who helped my family to work long hours yesterday actually said that the harvest was not good, and he paid a few buckets of rice, I have to teach him a hard lesson, let him know what it means to be high and low, and he is worthy of negotiating terms with me? He eats a little less and saves a little, isn't he able to pay all the rice? I know that it is good for myself, and now people, hey..."

In the crowd, a dark figure stood quietly behind the wall, as if it blended in with its surroundings, apparently a killer accustomed to haunting the shadows.

The killer listened silently, remembered silently, and then left, and went on to the next place.

Next...

A murder broke out in the capital of Qi and Guoguo.

Dozens of people were found dead in their homes and, strangely, all of them died in the same way.

They were all cut twenty-five times by no more and no less, and they died late.

First cut the eyebrows, then the shoulders, then the breasts, then between the elbows, between the elbows and shoulders, and the flesh of the legs is cut and thin, and the small belly of the legs is cut into a waning moon, the flesh of the cheeks, the hands and wrists, the feet and legs, and finally the head.

In the midst of the panic in the city, in the shadows of a mansion, the dark shadow stood silently.

He turned his back to the sky and muttered to himself in a perverted and twisted laugh: "I have never owed anyone in this life, and since you have saved my life, today I will help you to get rid of those who slander you with evil words and slanders, so as to repay the debt."

You are a man from heaven, I am a ghost in the world, but after all, I can't escape the word love,

You don't have the heart to vote for me as a peach, I have the heart to repay it, hahaha, hurry up. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed footsteps all around.

He wanted to move, but the door of the mansion had already been blasted open.

The person at the head is dignified and calm, it is the captain of Nancheng, the capital of Qi State, he looked at the black shadow, and suddenly said sharply: "Ghost hand! You did the murder last night, your hands and feet were not clean, and there were things left at the scene, and now the evidence is conclusive, and you will be arrested before you can restrain your hands!!"

"Hey~~~ Lord Zhao is so majestic. ”

"Ghost hand, I know why you killed someone, but you were wrong, I have my own laws of Daqi, and you were arrested. ”

The ghost hand snorted coldly, his body was extremely fast, and in an instant, he turned into a spiral shadow, wanting to rush to the sky.

He is really a good hand in the mortal world.

However, he was not able to step on the wall and leave, because his mansion was already surrounded by trappers, and these trappers came prepared, each holding a repeating crossbow and aiming at him, so that he had no door to go to heaven and no door to go to earth.

He was forced to fall back again, and said angrily: "Even if my ghost hand is killed, I will never be arrested, Lord Zhao, you will arrest me for the rest of my life, but I will obey you, because you are upright and upright." If you have the ability, you come alone and give me a ride. ”

The city captain stared at him for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "It's a man, it's a pity." ”

With that, he pulled out his standard long sword with a sonorous sound and stepped forward.

The ghost hand laughed, and also pulled out the scimitar and met it.

...

...

The battle between the sect and mortals is always separated by water and mist, and it is not real.

Even if Qi Xiu is the lord of the Qi country, he can only get a little bit of information through spies.

It seems that there is an extremely tragic battle in the East, and the process is unknown, but the victory and defeat are clear.

A few years ago, when Qi Xiu saw that the Ten Thousand Swords Dojo had sent additional disciples to settle in, he already understood that this fierce battle over the mortal world had already settled down.

Obviously, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect won.

Not only that, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has changed its attitude towards mortals, no longer aggressive, and no longer kills from the heart.

Such an attitude is destined to become a weather vane, and the relationship between the sect and the dynasty is destined to improve, after all, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is a major sect that will dominate the north of Yunzhou Bantian Mountain in the future.

Qi Xiu didn't understand why.

I don't understand who did what either.

But, in any case, this is good news for the mortal dynasty.

A few years ago, his seventeenth son came back from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he asked about the situation, and the seventeenth prince said that the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had repented before he died, so he changed his attitude towards the mortal world.

As for why it was changed, it is probably because people are dying and their deeds are good.

After that, Qi Xiu carried out a bloodless pass.

In the battle for the heir, the prince and the princess did not die, and the crown prince Qi Heng ascended the throne safely, diligent in government and tax reduction, governing the country and society, looking at the suffering of the world, and not asking about the way of longevity.

However, even if the mortal dynasty seems to have restored peace, there are still all kinds of killings between the sects, hand-to-hand combat, and endless attacks and defenses.

There seems to be a scuffle between the two major factions of the East and the West,

There seems to be a reorganization within the Eastern Sect,

Scattered and chaotic, like a meat grinder,

If it weren't for the monks' consensus, this Yunzhou would have been smashed to the ground again.

The major mortal dynasties have shrunk and imposed curfews,

and a certain degree of lockdown,

At the same time, the countries tacitly arranged road bans on the major roads leading to the sect and sent people to patrol them, in short, people were forbidden to enter the area where the sect was fighting.

And so it was, and another twelve months passed.

The following winter.

The seventeenth son of Qi is already sixteen.

Meng Meng is also ten years old.

Xiao Su's head hurt more and more, and there were often fragments of the picture flashing, Xia Ji watched it carefully a few times, and chatted with her a few times, but there was not much progress,

I can only vaguely know that the reason why Xiao Su lost his memory seems to have experienced a big war.

Xia Ji didn't know what kind of war caused this situation, could it be that Xiao Su was against the ancestor?

Ancestor should not be on this continent, so how many continents are there in this new world now?

Xia Ji would not act rashly, and he didn't dare to force Xiao Su to recall, he just carefully and slowly healed her, and at the same time led her to make her recall more things.

It's just that it's still a fragmentary picture.

Although fragmentary, the tragedy is still the tip of the iceberg.

Xia Ji accompanied Xiao Su, and whenever she had a headache, she would talk about something else to make her happy and change the topic.

Therefore, in addition to his unchanging heart to become stronger, his ambition to never shift, and his unforgotten and quiet waiting for Miaomiao, he has one more goal.

He wants to help Xiao Su find his memories.

Then, it is on this day, and it should be repaid with kindness and revenge.

This is his relatives, and it is also his reverse scale, which cannot be touched.

And in this kind of time, he finally took the time to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Dojo.

When the ram chief of the Ten Thousand Swords Dojo saw him coming, he hurriedly ran out, with respect in his expression that others did not understand.

Oh, yes...

Obviously he is just a prince, why does this elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect want to settle in and respect?

The disciples of the dojo just thought about it and understood, this was to see the face of the Great Commander of the Golden Tyrant.

Xia Ji didn't explain.

The chief ram did not explain.

The chief of the ram arranged a time for Xia Ji to give lectures and teaching, and Xia Ji also took it upon himself to become a little gentleman in this dojo.

At first, the disciples of the dojo were quite unconvinced by this young gentleman.

But Xia Ji didn't do anything, he just taught and taught, and slowly no one spoke.

Without him, it is almost perfect.

However, Mr. Xiao has a characteristic in class, he does not teach the exercises first, but teaches people to "introspect", "be cautious", and "cultivate qi".

Three times a day, before going to bed and after waking up, we need to reflect on our conscience and make our hearts peaceful.

If you live alone, you must not violate the law of a gentleman, otherwise you will have to punish yourself.

Raise Haoran righteousness, have a bloody heart, and cherish benevolence and righteousness.

These thoughts are good thoughts.

And if it is not good, the exercises will not be able to advance.

Why?

Because Xia Ji recompiled a volume of the Fa, this volume of Xuangong is supernatural, it can be ever-changing, maybe the foundation is the same, but after reaching the eighth layer, 10,000 people will see 10,000 answers.

And the foundation of this mystic skill is kindness.

Without this, the practice will be self-defeating.

How powerful the Xuan Gong compiled by Xia Ji is, this is needless to say.

And if you want to become stronger, then you need to follow this mind, introspection, prudence, self-cultivation, and not lose your conscience.

And everyone who cultivates this practice is destined to become a good seed, and if it is sown, a better new world will eventually be produced.

This law is called "Tianxian".

The first to eighth layers of this Xuan Gong are all methods of cultivating qi and cultivating one's body.

The ninth layer of the Dharma phase is to transform with the mind, and the stronger the mind, the stronger the Dharma phase.

The ten-layer Dharmakaya means that no matter what the Dharmakaya is, it can consolidate itself with the qi that it can cultivate.

The eleventh layer of supernatural power is the spirit of speech to a certain extent, mobilizing the heart of heaven with selfishness, and has great power, with a heavenly constitution in the mouth, and the law is followed.

And under Xia Ji's careful compilation, this Xuangong has been very strong from the first layer.

If you go to practice other exercises, it's fine, but you are destined to be crushed by this Xuan Gong, from the first realm to the final realm, and the further you go, the bigger the gap.

Now, in this winter, there are already many people sitting in the Ten Thousand Swords Dojo, listening to the lectures of the Seventeen Princes.

Even the people at the peak of the Thirteen Realms, such as the Ram Chief, were also curious to listen, and after some cultivation, they began to come to listen to the lectures every day.

Gradually...

However, in one year, the Ten Thousand Swords Dojo attracted a lot of people.

The rebellion of the sect has been pacified, and the killing and robbery of demons is aimed at the transcendents, and it has little to do with mortals, unless they happen to be involved in it.

Such an environment has, to a certain extent, given ordinary people the subjective conditions for their desire for transcendence, and the objective conditions for the relative safety of their lives.

Before I knew it, another year had passed.

The seventeenth son of Qi is already seventeen.

Meng Meng is also eleven years old.

At this point...

On the stage outside the Ten Thousand Swords Dojo in the capital of Qi Kingdom, the young man sat cross-legged, Meng Meng stood behind him with an umbrella in both hands, and there were tens of thousands of people listening to his lecture in all directions around the two.

Falling snow,

Spread a layer of pure white on the surface of the big black umbrella,

The wind blows and falls, and the snow falls again.

The seventeen princes spit out the words in a straight voice, and the people around them were silent and listened respectfully.

What he taught was that "only goodness, only self-improvement, can become stronger".

None of them.

This "Heavenly Constitution" is the supreme method that he extracted from the 4.44 million Dharma Phases, the Divine Power Yin and Yang and the Sword.

Who has the power to suppress this method?

Even in the future, it is impossible to burn this method, unless no one in the sect practices, otherwise as long as the book is destroyed because of selfishness, the heart defense will be broken, and the demons will be numerous.

Xia Ji vaguely remembered that he had preached in the capital of the Great Shang Emperor for 1,500 years, but it was a hidden heart of flies and dogs, integrating the three worlds of Zen into the words, so that although people have gains, they are also imprinted with their own spiritual imprints when they have gains, and they are obeyed to themselves to a certain extent.

Now it seems ridiculous.

Although the three worlds of Zen have the names of past, present, and future, they stop at the ninth realm, and even Miao Miao cannot write the follow-up.

Now, he has long since transcended the limitations of that Zen method, and he has clearly seen that this Zen method is not really Zen Buddhism, or that it has been distorted in some way.

How can Zen be passed on?

Words can't be transmitted, words can't be transmitted, so how can Xuangong come from?

Imprinting others with a spiritual imprint seems to enhance oneself, but in fact, it is lost because of the small, and the Dao heart is stained and no longer flawless.

At this time, he preached, and it seemed that he had not gained anything, but in fact he had gained a lot.

For when He perfected others, He also perfected Himself.

...

...

It has been two years since the Great War between the Demon Venerable and the First Emperor of the West.

In the past two years, many things have happened in the sect.

In fact, shortly after the invasion of the West, the Eastern Convenience also discovered the Urn Book that reached the Fourteen Realms.

This book is very interesting, you can only write one name on a page.

And if you don't have a heavy enough life, you can't write.

However, karma can improve the life character, so to a certain extent, the peak of the thirteen realms is a precondition for "being able to write the name in the box".

But what if someone hasn't even reached the first realm, but is so heavy that he doesn't need karma to be thin?

Then it's not clear, after all, the time is still short, and the sect has not encountered this situation.

The place of birth of the basket is near the "Black Tide".

This Kuroshio may coalesce into a pool, or it may coalesce into a lake.

The larger the scale, the easier it is to produce a book.

The number of pages in each book is extremely limited, and if someone is not good enough to write, the page will be wasted, which increases the scarcity of the book and makes the monks have to venture into the "black tide" area to explore.

But the strange thing is that once anyone who has entered the Fourteen Realms steps into the Kuroshio area, the Kuroshio will leave everyone behind and only stare at the people of the Fourteen Realms to chase and kill.

So, what exactly is this black tide?

Whose bones are those bones inside?

And why?

Nobody knows.

But...

After all, the sect is stable.

Because of the existence of the Demon Venerable, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has become the first sect north of the 100,000-mile half-day Heavenly Mountain, but the war is far from over, and the first emperor, one queen and two phases are not dead, but they have just retreated to the West to recuperate, but they are afraid of the Demon Venerable, probably "If there is no great opportunity, if the Demon Venerable is still in the east, then he will not dare to invade half a step".

Now, the opportunity for the Western sects is gone, and it is time for them to develop separately.

...

...

At this point...

Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The new sect master is Yu Long's disciple, Chunshan Jun.

This one's strength may not be the strongest, but he is a veteran and calm person, and he also emerged in the battle between the east and the west, made contributions, and also provided first-hand information about the Kuroshio incident.

As for Xu Lingling, Du Bai is a figure at the ancestor level of the sect.

And the new sect master had obviously encountered a headache.

He sat high on the first seat of the main hall, grabbing a booklet in his hand and scanning it over and over again, sighing twice from time to time.

"Demon, what a stunningly brilliant demon!

Chunshanjun suddenly raised his head and asked, "Jian Liu, what is the result of your inquiry?"

The Sword Monarch is the new system of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, with an establishment from one to forty-nine, and is only responsible to the sect master, and now this number has just reached eight.

Jian Liu was a female cultivator, with a girlish appearance and a cold face, at this time she stood in front of the hall and reported: "Sect Master, this book of "Heavenly Constitution" is said to have been obtained by that little gentleman in a dream, so it was passed on to the world. ”

"Little Mister?"

"It is Qi Yu, the seventeenth prince of Qi State. ”

"What I got in my dreams... What a dream, I have been in Yunzhou for more than 500 years, how can others dream of such a good thing?"

"My subordinates don't know. Jian Liuqiao's face showed a look of memory, she just thought about it for a moment, and the appearance of the prince who was as warm as jade seemed to have appeared in front of her, maybe someone like him was indeed different.

Haruyama-kun has a headache.

The reason is simple.

The sect burned the "Ten Thousand Scrolls Law" in order to cut off the path of immortals.

Now that this little gentleman is preaching "Tianxian", it is opening this way to heaven for mortals.

He's working against all the sects.

But this little gentleman is a very special existence to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and he has the grace to save his life.

How to deal with this?

What to do?

Haruyama-kun would rather organize a group to go to the Kuroshio area now than face this matter, it is too tricky.

After thinking about it, he decided to take the seemingly incompetent, but goldfinger-all-purpose method - to report.

So, he grabbed the "Tianxian" and went to see the Demon Venerable, and then told the matter as it was.

Xu Lingling grabbed "Tianxian" and flipped through it a few times, she made up her mind, if this Xuan Gong is just a medium and high-quality product, then there is no need to say more, just let people burn all the exercises, no need to bother.

But she just glanced at it, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Although Xu Lingling's current realm is also the first to enter the fourteenth realm, her vision and experience are far beyond others, and what she sees is different from others, even so, she can't see through the mystery of this book.

She looked at this book, as if she was standing on the top of a high mountain and looking up at the starry sky, only to feel the vastness and mystery, the magnificence, the splendid in front of her, but she could not swim in it and get wonderful.

Long...

For a long time...

She was watching, and Haruyama-kun was waiting.

This look is three days and three nights, but Xu Lingling finally found that she couldn't exhaust the mysteries, and obviously she couldn't practice this mystery, because the core of this mystical skill is goodness.

She is not good, so she can't cultivate.

This even made her feel a sense of regret.

Why can't you cultivate?

When this thought arose, Xu Lingling was shocked again.

If you have this thought, you shouldn't be, and this is the beginning of a flaw in your heart.

But because of this, the level of this Xuangong is really very high, at least Xu Lingling has not seen anything close to it.

So, Xu Lingling closed the book.

Chunshan-kun asked softly, "Lord Demon Venerable, how is this method?"

Xu Lingling said angrily: "This method is supreme, and it is the first merit in the world. ”

Chunshan-kun smiled bitterly: "Then how to deal with it?"

Xu Lingling thought for a while, "He who recited the Dizang Sutra for Yu Long, and the Dai family who saved you for the first time in Waterfront City, is he?"

"Yes. ”

"Well, so... So I went to see him and then I made a plan. ”

"Then I'll arrange a trip for Lord Mozun. ”

"No, I'll go alone. ”

Xu Lingling touched her lips with her index finger and looked at the sky in the distance with her cheeks, as if she remembered a long, long time ago, when she was a child...

It rained heavily that day, and the man dragged her out of the coffin, and that was what changed her life.

Xu Lingling grinned her lips, revealing her jagged fangs and a forked tongue, and muttered, "Teacher, you may have someone to follow." ”

After saying this, she had a happy smile on her face.

She stepped up and moved her left hand, which had been wounded in the fight against the Western Emperor two years earlier, and had not yet recovered, but the Emperor's injuries were ten times more severe.

She walked past Chunshanjun, but she never deliberately released her breath, and Chunshanjun, who had entered the fourteenth realm, did not dare to move...

Only by letting her walk by did he dare to turn around and leave with her.

Then, he laughed when he saw the Demon Venerable looking up to the sky, and then his huge body flew away as soon as he stepped into the void.

Xu Lingling held his hands into small flowers, flying in the air, and the scenery under his feet quickly retreated.

She muttered, "Don't let me down... Little Mister. ”

If you are really worthy, what if I rebelled against all the sects in the world for you?