The ancestral house of the Ma family in Xinghua Lane, the golden armor god who walked around the town walked back to the courtyard, and it was strange that such a big true god walked in all directions, and no one noticed it.

The young man Ma Kuxuan squatted on the steps outside the door, and after seeing this golden armor god, his face was full of hope, and the monk of the Zhenwu Mountain Soldier asked, "How is it?"

The god man was dressed in golden armor, and his treasure was solemn, but he saw his lips move slightly, but Ma Kuxuan couldn't hear any sound, so he looked at the sword cultivator in the room in a hurry, and the latter sighed: "He said that your grandmother had done too much evil during her lifetime, and before she died, the three souls and seven spirits were already the same as the body, just like the wind and candles, so after your grandmother died, her life and soul decayed at the same time, and the town here is different from other places, and she naturally resists ghosts and ghosts, so he did not find the remnants of your grandmother's soul." ”

Ma Kuxuan's face was hideous, and he raised his head and roared at the god general: "I don't care what method you use, go and get my grandmother's soul back for me!"

Zhenwu Mountain Jianxiu's face changed drastically, for fear that Ma Kuxuan would annoy this true god surnamed Yin, and was about to speak out to stop the young man, the golden armor god didn't know why, but he actually said in the orthodox official words of the Eastern Aquarius Continent: "It's not a no, it's really can't." ”

After saying this, the mighty god shrouded in golden light looked at the Zhenwu Mountain Sword Cultivator in the house, who took a deep breath, held incense with both hands, and bowed three times to the god general in the courtyard. Every time he worshipped, there was a pale golden aura as thick as a hair, floating out of the Zhenwu Mountain Sword Cultivation Mud Pill Acupoint, and then gently inhaled into his nose by the Golden Armor Divine Man.

After three times, the man of God rose from the ground and left the world in the form of a bright pillar of light.

Zhenwu Mountain Sword Cultivator's face turned pale, moved a chair and sat down, and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity.

This is the real reason why the saying "it is easy to please God, but it is difficult to send God".

After Ma Kuxuan withdrew his gaze with an indifferent face, he turned around and walked into the house, sat next to the cold corpse, reached out and grabbed the old woman's dry palm, staring at her face, and the young man did not speak for a long time.

The man with the sword took off the tiger talisman on his waist, the color was slightly darker than before, and slowly tucked it into his sleeve.

The man with the sword rested for a while, got up and did not walk to the young man's side, but sat on the threshold, turned his back to the young man, and said slowly: "Your grandmother should be at the door, she was slapped by someone, and her strength was so great that the whole person was thrown into the house and died." There are some words that you may not like to hear, but you should at least know the truth, most of the people who shot were qi practitioners, and they didn't know the severity of the shot, and your grandmother's body bones were not solid, so she died. Since it was a qi practitioner who made a move, it was probably related to Chen Ping'an in Mud Bottle Lane and that girl from a foreign country, or the young woman who was on the side of the covered bridge before, and you deliberately damaged the state of mind of the water view, in order to take revenge. The former is very unlikely, and the latter is very likely, so you went to the mass grave to kill Chen Ping'an out of filial piety to your grandmother, but you never thought that when you went out, someone would just come to the door to provoke. ”

Ma Kuxuan trembled and stretched out a hand, and gently pressed the back of his hand against his grandmother's cheek, which was high and swollen, and it was already dark blue.

The young man said, "So I killed my grandmother, right?"

The man with the sword said: "From the world's point of view, yes and no. If it is according to ......"

Ma Kuxuan didn't want to listen to this person anymore, stood up and said with a cruel smile: "You can't slaughter the city and destroy the country, you can't do indiscriminately killing innocents, you can't do these things, you can't do those things!

Without waiting for the man to give an answer, Ma Kuxuan continued: "If I can't even do this, then I have the use of being a soldier monk? Why don't I just be a big devil who does whatever he wants? Why didn't I agree to that pair of Taoist priests and Taoist aunts at that time, what kind of sect did I go?!"

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "As long as you can bear all the consequences yourself, it's fine." ”

"Just like today. ”

"Also, in fact, there are some things that I may not have said thoroughly before, such as this killing, in fact, everyone has their own line, how many people you can kill, how many people I can kill, it is absolutely different. Not only because I am stronger than you and have a higher realm, but a person's heart is also very important. Maybe I killed a hundred people, all of whom should be killed, and if you only killed two or three, there were people who should not be killed. ”

Ma Kuxuan suddenly sneered and said: "Kill or not, how to kill, I ask you what you do, is it difficult that you still need your help! I almost forgot, I am not an official disciple of Zhenwu Mountain now!"

The young man looked down at the old woman's face, then turned his head to the side of the Eight Immortals Table in the main hall and roared, "Get out and lead the way!"

A black cat sprang out from under the table of the Eight Immortals, and Ma Kuxuan followed it and ran out of the house.

The man didn't care.

You must know that the country where the man is located fell into turmoil one hundred and fifty years ago, the mountains and rivers were broken, the hundred years of chaotic wars, and the degree of misery was overwhelming, and the last million households were overwhelmed by the East Aquarius, and when the new dynasty ended the catastrophe, there were less than 800,000 households left. So that in the end, many young children felt that all the people in the world did not need to be buried after death.

The man is one of these children.

The man got up slowly, and instead of reminding Ma Kuxuan that the murderer had been driven out of the town, he wanted to go to Ruan Shi's side to ask a question.

Why is the Buddhist family in Dongbao Aquarius, has been in decline for thousands of years, only some small countries will worship it as a national teacher, in this town, it is also the weakest power, but the cycle of cause and effect is so obvious.

This soldier sword cultivator followed the young man far behind.

Even if Ma Kuxuan was already a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain at the moment, the man would not interfere too much in the young man's personal grievances.

On the battlefield, we live and die together, and we are conceited in life and death on the road of cultivation.

Of course, nothing is absolute. Just like Ma Kuxuan almost died at the hands of Chen Ping'an before, the man rescued Ma Kuxuan, for two reasons, one is that deep down he doesn't want a genius like Ma Kuxuan to die prematurely, and hopes that Ma Kuxuan can work hard in Zhenwu Mountain, whether it is talent or temperament, it will go to the next level, and I hope that the young man can become one of the representatives of the military family and shine in the next big battle and troubled times. The other is that Mr. Qi took the initiative to speak, saying that Ma Kuxuan and Chen Ping'an, two teenagers, just divide the winners and losers, and don't distinguish between life and death.

At that time, he thought that Mr. Qi was worried about the death of the boy in Mud Bottle Lane, but later found out that it was not the case at all.

The man followed the boy from a distance, and found that after Ma Kuxuan experienced the initial enthusiasm, his steps became slower and slower, more and more relaxed, and finally it was like an ordinary teenager shopping. But when the black cat jumped from a rooftop to the boy's shoulder, then to the ground, turned his head, and ran away, as if to tell the boy that he had found his target. After this, the boy began to jog and changed his temperament again.

The spring rain is subtle, but it makes the pedestrians on the street hurry, far from the point of hiding from the rain under the eaves.

A pair of richly dressed young men and women were walking from the Dragon Riding Alley to the street, each seemed to have their own fate, their faces were full of joy, but it was just a teenager who taught them what it meant to be a blessing and a curse, the young man started to run from a distance of more than fifty steps behind the two, and shouted loudly at twenty paces, and when the young man turned his head to look, it was Ma Kuxuan's swift punch without any strength.

Punch in the head.

The young man flew out and fell heavily on the street, his body twitching slightly, and there was no sign of struggling to get up.

After a punch, the boy who landed on his feet happened to stand side by side with the young woman.

Ma Kuxuan's body twisted, and the lightning in his left hand swung towards the woman's neck, and the cultivator woman, who was half a head taller than him, was smashed to the ground by the young man's arm with a bang.

The woman's head slammed into the muddy ground.

Ma Kuxuan stretched out a foot, stepped on the woman's forehead, stared at the dizzy face, bent down and bowed his head, and said in Yayan official words: "I know that the murderer is no longer in the town, but it doesn't matter, I can check it myself." ”

The young woman with a very good face, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose and ears were oozing blood, and her face was full of horror and looked at the condescending swarthy young man.

The young man's face was hideous, "My horse bitterly ruined your cultivation state of mind, and you will retaliate later, even if you chop me to death with a knife, I will accept my fate and never resent you." Even if you can't take revenge, if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go and I'm willing to play with you a few more times. In my opinion, the world should be so refreshing. ”

The woman is estimated to be the pride of her own sect, where has she seen this kind of scene, she is so scared that the pear blossoms bring rain, it is estimated that she can't even remember what the fierce young man said, she just begged for mercy: "Let me go, please let me go, your grandmother was not killed by me, I don't know anything about it......"

The young man gradually increased the strength of the soles of his feet, and slowly pressed the side of the woman's head into the mud, "Do you know what I hate you the most......?

The young man's words were full of crying, and his eyes were full of bitter hatred.

The woman stretched out her hand with difficulty, hugged Ma Kuxuan's ankle, her eyes were full of pity and begging, "Let me go, my grandfather is the commander of the Haichao Iron Horse, I am his most beloved granddaughter, I can compensate you, whatever you want, I can agree......"

The young man smiled and said, "Oh, such a coincidence, I am the grandson of my grandmother Ma Lanhua!"

The young man suddenly raised his foot slightly, and then the sole of his shoe wiped against the woman's delicate cheek, "Haichao Iron Rider, right?" Wait, I'll play slowly with you." ”

The young man put away his feet, turned his head and looked in the left and right directions, and on the left-hand side, the man from Zhenwu Mountain stood in the distance, standing with his sword in his hand. On the right hand, there is an elegant boy holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing next to the poor insect who fell to the ground, looking at Ma Kuxuan.

Ma Kuxuan's intuition told him that the guy holding the umbrella was actually waiting for him to kill the woman at his feet.

Ma Kuxuan suddenly squatted down, the woman tried to escape, but was held down by the wet young man's neck, after the woman didn't dare to move, the young man let go of his hand, slapped the woman's cheek with his palm, and said with a smile: "Remember, my name is Ma Kuxuan, and I will definitely go to you in the future." And the guy who is not in the town, you must thank him well, otherwise we wouldn't have such a good relationship. ”

Ma Kuxuan finally spat on the woman's face.

The young man got up and walked towards the man from Zhenwu Mountain, and asked in a low voice, "Who is that person?"

Jian Xiu said indifferently: "He is one of the seventy-two Confucian academies and the future mountain master of Guanhu Academy, called Cui Minghuang, with a prominent background. This time I also came to retrieve the winning thing, the city is very deep, be careful in the future, if there is no accident, you have been targeted by him. ”

Ma Kuxuan frowned and said: "This person is very different from the feeling given by Mr. Qi of the school. ”

Jian Xiu smiled dumbly and said, "Do you think that a few scholars can abide by their hearts like Mr. Qi?"

He hesitated for a moment, but still explained: "It is rumored in the outside world that after the fall of his mentor, Mr. Qi's realm fell and his mood was broken, so he agreed to be relegated to this small world, although he was always eroded by the coercion of the Heavenly Dao, he could do whatever he wanted. I see, not necessarily. ”

Ma Kuxuan was not interested in these things, turned his head to look, and saw the man with the umbrella squatting next to the woman, he should be comforting and comforting with kind words.

Ma Kuxuan retracted his gaze and walked side by side with the man with the sword, the young man's footsteps were heavy, and he returned to Xinghua Lane.

The man spoke: "Your body is not lightly injured, don't leave a secret disease, otherwise it will hinder your future cultivation." ”

Ma Kuxuan stretched out his hand to wipe away the rain on his face, and suddenly asked, "What is our small town to those outsiders?"

Jian Xiu replied, "It's like that creek outside the town, there are a mix of fish and dragons, there are knee-deep shallow pools, and there are bottomless deep pools. ”

Ma Kuxuan asked: "In the past, foreigners came here to experience treasure hunting and drowned?"

Jian Xiu smiled, shook his head and said, "Almost never before, most of them were harmonious and wealthy, and everyone was happy." This time is the exception. ”

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In Yang's shop, a heroic girl walked quickly across the threshold with a young man on her back and asked a middle-aged shopkeeper, "Is Mr. Yang here?"

The man saw that the girl's bearing was extraordinary, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he nodded and said, "I just finished packing up the medicinal materials in the backyard, do you have something?"

The girl nodded and said in a deep voice: "We are familiar with Old Man Yang, and we want to ask him for a pair of medicines." ”

The guy hesitated for a moment, did not entangle, and led them to the main house in the backyard, an old man was gently knocking the table with an old cigarette stick, and there was a sloppy man standing in the corner of the room, who was the janitor in the east of the town.

Old man Yang waved his cigarette stick, and Zheng Dafeng quickly slipped out of the house and left with the shopkeepers.

Old man Yang looked at the familiar young man behind the girl, Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an's lips were white at this time, his whole body trembled, and his hands were almost desperately wrapped around the girl's neck.

Old man Yang stood up unhurriedly, with one hand behind his back, and a cigarette stick in the other, he came to the girl, looked at the young man, and said hoarsely: "How many times have I told you, the more you have to spare your life and blessings, why, if you encounter some setbacks, you will have to die or live, so why didn't you follow your mother in the first place, wouldn't it be more convenient?" Your Master Yao is right, he always talked about seeing the old at the age of three and watching the old at the age of three, you don't live long, even if you teach you good craftsmanship and real kung fu, it is a waste, and you have to throw it into the soil early. ”

Ning Yao was dumbfounded, in her impression, Old Man Yang should be a kind old man, smiling all day long.

Who would have thought it would be such a scathing old man.

The old man sneered, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Chen Ping'an nodded slightly, already speechless.

At that time, after the girl's back woke up, probably because the effect of the medicine had faded, in fact, it had already begun to attack at that time, but Chen Ping'an felt that he could hold on, and when Ning Yao carried him to the vicinity of the covered bridge, he knew how he couldn't hold it anymore, so Ning Yao didn't even bother to retrieve the knife in the road by the stream, so he hurriedly carried him to the Yang family's shop.

The old man smiled and said, "It hurts, then bear it obediently." ”

Then the old man glanced at Ning Yao, and said angrily: "Let him sit on the bench by himself!"

The old man then muttered, "It's not too embarrassing to carry it on the back of a little girl." ”

Ning Yaoqiang held back her anger and carefully let Chen Ping'an sit on the bench, but as soon as she let go, the young man faltered.

Ning Yao was just about to reach out to help, but although the young man couldn't speak, his eyes still signaled that he didn't need her help.

The old man took a puff of homemade dry tobacco, looked at the young man's body and weather, and sighed: "It's really a veritable ruined house." Well, a clear conscience is a clear conscience. ”

The old man was indifferent to the young man's piercing pain at all, "What kind of life is Liu Xianyang, what kind of cheap life are you, I haven't counted it in my heart for so many years?

Ning Yao really couldn't stand the old man's weird words, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yang, can you help Chen Ping'an relieve the pain first?"

The old man's figure was rickety, he turned his head to look at the girl with squinted eyes, and Yun Danfeng asked lightly, "You man?"

Ning Yao glared angrily.

The old man ignored the girl, turned his head, and looked at the boy.

The old man was lost in thought.

In the end, the old man pursed his lips, sighed, and used the old cigarette stick to tap Chen Ping'an's shoulder, arm and leg twice.

In a split second.

The boy was lying on his side with his elbows against his head, lying on the bench.

The old man shouted softly, "Go to sleep!"

Chen Ping'an instantly closed his eyes and fell asleep, and immediately snored like thunder.